Sometimes, I wander in the streets of Seattle in a daze, and then I think I am in Beijing, a city that has brought me many things. I thought I could let go, but now I feel like I can't let go, so what's the point? Anyway, I have left everything, just like I am walking here now, on an ordinary street, with Ke Huai on my left hand and Jiadi on my right hand, I only belong to the shadow in the middle.