I hate stepping on the platform for the train heading to the airport. Going to the airport is worse. I hate saying goodbye.18 days was too short to put a family together again. All happened just like yesterday. They came from the same platform, now we were taking the overloaded luggages back there.
In the past two weeks we had breakfast, lunch and dinner together. We have never been so close even when I was home. We seldom talk as much as we did during this vacation. It should be the most cherishable time for us. I couldn't recount how happy I was everyday. Ironically people like me only treasure things that are not around us, I don't know why.
One good thing that this time I just sent them to the station and said goodbye on the train. They were on the train before departing and I was on the platform. The window was so grey that I can diguise myself with a big smile. The heavy rain also covered my eyes.
I hate going back home alone.
Just realized I ate the red bean soup cooked by mom tonight after they left. It tasted so good. I asked her to buy the whole pack of red bean back home as I seldom cook sweet soup by myserlf. Coincientally, red bean means our thoughts of each other. They brought my thought back home and I tasted their thought after their departure.
Suddenly a song came up in my mind. No languages other than chinese can ever describe so perfectly.
冷冷暖暖裡 情意親親疏疏間 人大了要長聚更難
一生人只一個 血脈跳得那樣近
相處如同陌生 闊別卻又覺得親
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