There are many times I say this is the last summer I stay in Hangzhou, but I am still here.
I saw you off that night when the coldness arrived here.
I wore white T-shirt, while you were in coat and sweater.
I pretended as it’s not cold at first then I forgot the true feeling of body.
And I was that stubborn to say that I am a pilgrim, travelling from one place to another, unfeelingly.
Kinda shocked as you told me that you wanted to get married.
I can’t promise you anything now, as in business, the promise would simply turn me captive, or ultimately faithless.
- 20 September 2011