for happy Sundays, even if Mondays are the worst.
to walk the favourite streets, over and over, remembering how you felt the first time - lost, desolate - and how you're fine this time, the next, always.

選擇乘搭這輛火車 － 或許，不比前邊的快，不比後邊的帥。但它會時時刻刻，停頓著，讓車上的乘客上下車。也許這三年會過得太快，也許轉眼間會忘記一切。並沒有方法斷定誰會在下一站下車，誰也朝著終點站。

火車會走到好多，好多城市，遇見好多，好多乘客。不抱著期望，不想再憧憬那麼多了，放手了，選擇被動了，學會知足了。

edit 22/10: because life seems to move too quickly and too slowly and I'm still busy figuring out what pace really means to me.

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