Every day and night since I turned nineteen, I have lived with a man named Gu Beihuan in the heart of Europe.
The forests here are lush, and the lakes clear and bright. I walk along Bodhi Tree Street, and there at the far end of the bustling world, Gu Beihuan smiles faintly at me.
I wave to him, the ring on my left ring finger gleaming.
It is September in Berlin now, and the chill is gradually settling over the city. Whenever I gaze toward the distant East, I find myself thinking faintly of your face.
But you don't need to know anymore.
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