Choose a City to Grow Old In

I truly did love you. I wanted to take you to see the first snow at the Forbidden City every year, and the coastline of Alaska. I once wanted us to have the whole autumn river to ourselves, to sit together at the Jun Pavilion and watch the tide come in. I wanted to share with you the halls lined with red carpets and the fields veiled in evening mist. I imagined a life with you, growing old together, our hair white and our bodies frail, sharing a pillow and a grave, until death did us part. But now I truly don’t love you anymore. The station has fallen into disrepair, and the bricks and tiles in Jiangnan have cracked. The passion that once made me refuse to turn back until I hit a wall has cooled. I’m sorry, but this is where we part. I have someone else to give my love to. May we never meet again in this life, and may our paths never cross.