I remember when I was young,
everyone was sincere,
and a word was as good as a promise.
Early in the morning at the train station,
the long street was dark and empty,
and steam rose from the little soy milk shop.
The days used to pass more slowly.
Cars, horses, letters, all moved slowly.
A lifetime was just enough to love one person.
Excerpt from Mu Xin's "The Old Days Were Slow"
#A little idea about pen pals
Theme: Pen friend to soul mate
