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Regarding my experience of drifting to the North, I just want to use this song I once wrote to describe it: We are all looking for something, but we will forget that the years are wasted. Young life has you and me, and we learn to gain from every setback; Yesterday you were still asking me in my ear whether I would go to a movie tomorrow. Snow started to fall in the early morning today, and I woke up from my dream thinking about you at night. Now I miss my former youth, the rings of time year after year, the memories of the past, the back of my long hair, the unforgettable summer, and July in Beijing. The nostalgic song seals you, looking for the blue memory forever, the fragrant red wine wakes me up, the future is calling, and the promise is fulfilled. Now I miss the past time, the beginning of dreams and the end of emotions. I think of those flowers, each running to the end of the world, and whispering, you will be better.