South of Nancheng

I always thought I wouldn't miss Nancheng. However, when I was in Beicheng, I always missed Nancheng. I missed Nancheng, which is said to have the most sycamore trees in the country. I missed Nancheng, where there was the Carving Time Cafe. I missed Nancheng, where we were tired of being treated. I missed Nancheng, where we had been together for four years. I miss Nancheng, but what I miss more is you. I tell you, if one day I leave, you must forget me. I regret it. If one day I leave, you must remember me.