No.

But when I am with you, I have everything.

When my heart was trembling and I was afraid of dying, your warm hand was just like mama's womb, comforting me and letting me calm down.

Thanks my dear Sue. 

You are not lonely, you'll be always with me on the road, in my blue mountain bag. 

The ash of yesterday came into breath

We drived along the river floating through the  plain

The background faded out again

Wenn ich den Junge sehe, kann ich nur an dich denken. 

Keine Lust viel zu reden. Nur ein Bild meines Hunds. Er ist  jetzt 1.7 Jahre alt, sehr dumm, aber sehr nett und schoen. 

The shit waiting days, the shit distance, the shit operating system, the shit mess inside me.

Yes, I tried, I really tried to tell myself, hey girl, calm down and stay cool, there would be a good result, even though you have to suffer the waiting days and the distance. I tried to tell myself, hey girl, believe in yourself, you worked so hard that the god would like to bless you. Believe in him, he will be back to you in next spring time.

It drives me crazy when one day seems like one year, when I have to count the days, count the minutes, count the seconds. What's going on with me. Hey girl, what's going on with you.

Why does the shit fall come later and later every year.

一个月后，我再次来到北京。

可是来的时候，软卧卧铺显得那么的大，只有我一个人。走在因为和你一起走过而认知的路上，只有我一个人。坐在充满京腔的地铁车厢里，只有我一个人。

我一个人去了南锣鼓巷和烟袋斜街，我一个人遇到了我在水彩画里画过的一模一样的风景，我一个人吃了文宇奶酪店的红豆双皮奶和杏仁豆腐，我一个人在后海白茫茫的阳光里被眼泪粘住了眼睛，我还一个人看见了通过无障碍设施上上下下的残疾人叔叔阿姨。

你一定会喜欢我画过的那个场景，你一定会大爱那种奶酪的奶腥味，你一定会在那样的白茫茫里大方的给我一个同样明亮的拥抱，你一定会好奇的对着那些无障碍设施拍个不停。

可是一个月后的北京，只有我一个人。我想你应该知道，我该多么的想念你。

你有那么多面，我也有那么多面，我们两两组合有那么多种可能，还要别的可能性做什么呢。

He took me to the hillside/ He likes to take me there/ He took me every sunnydays/ He put flowers on my head/

Darling, why you are not by my side. My small boy, why we have no more time.

By the cathedral, we weren't able, we were unable.

Darling, I will remember, darling.

We keep silent and we keep driving fast and we keep sweaty.

We count the days when we are happy, we stop counting the days when we have sorrow, we forget the days when we are missing.