Today Barcelona rained again. Throughout the rain, I can feel the cry of the sky. Yes, the sky cried for me, instead of me... How many clouds do they need to cry like this? Peaceful, but endless...
I have cried for the past four days... actually today I decided not to cry anymore, then met a song, and then tears just fell... I don't like that, but unfortunately, nothing could have stopped it.
When the sky cried, I realized that there was no need for me to contribute my tears anymore. The city is crying...
Stay firm... and realized that my heart can be touched again by some soft words from a friend. Suddenly I really want to meet him, to see what kind of person he is. Just, curious.
2 months before leaving...not so pretty. How I wish, there is another christmas holiday for us to spend... Just wander in Rome, aimlessly, talk randomly, and pick a gelato as hand whenever we want. That is a kind of luxury now...as I wrote down a few months before,
"would like to go to Roma again, wander around the city aimlessly, touch the leaves and ask them whether I look familiar, and take a seat on the Spanish Steps with a gelato in hand while observing the crowds..."
However...that is only a memory to recall.