The Illustrator and the Composer

You became an illustrator.

I became a composer.

Our paths branched in different directions.

You said, “A kite can never fly beyond the Bridge of Sighs.”

That year, I stood at the airport security checkpoint. In the end, I couldn't bring myself to look back, couldn't bring myself to meet your eyes. Goodbye, Zhou Yan Hui! Goodbye to our doomed love.

A kite can't fly beyond the Bridge of Sighs.

Even if we part, there's no need to cry out to the sky.

After all, we once shared your laughter.

The kite disappears at the Bridge of Sighs.

Let's smile as we pay our respects to it together.

After all, so much is beyond our control.

Lost in the crowds,

I have you to thank for laughing with me back then.

Even if my heart has stopped beating.

We were just two fools chasing a kite.