I was frightened and at a loss. On the train platform, watching people coming and going, I remembered a simple line from a Wong Kar-Wai movie. I heard someone say that there is a kind of bird in the world that has no feet. It can only fly and fly. When it gets tired, it sleeps in the wind. This kind of bird can only go to the ground once in its life, and that time is when it dies...
At this moment, I stood on the platform, facing the wind, my fingers were stiff, my legs were numb, and the bag on my back was very heavy. I was holding the ticket and watching people coming and going. There was a banging in my ears. I couldn't hear any sound. I just saw the lips of various colors opening and closing. The feeling of vomiting in my stomach became stronger. For a moment, I forgot where I was, what I was doing, which foot to lift, and how to leave. Also forget about the bird without feet.
Where should I go and where do I belong? Can't find the meaning of living.
Su Nianhai, come back here.
Su Nianhai, I love you, it's none of your business.
Su Nianhai, I miss you.
Su Nianhai, since I was 12 years old, I am no longer the same person.
Su Nianhai, I don't love you anymore, please don't leave.
Su Nianhai, Su Nianhai, Su Nianhai. . . . . .