BlackBird, Fly

Taichung, one of my favorite place in the world.

It's a funny feelings when I walked on the same path I used to take after more than 700 days.

Things might and might not change. So am I.

Same old place like the basketball court. Still quiet in the morning but sweat in nights.

Same old building like my HQ. People in and out. Bicycles and backpackers wandering by.

Geese confidently patrolling around the lake. 

And New Mos on one side of the campus. 

What's more, my favorite beef nooodles.

An old place like this. An older place for maybe others.

I'm not only one of the passengers nor a school boy but a goddamn 25 years fella working in Shanghai.

For reminiscence. In search of the very true myself.

This is the ending point as well the starting line.

Yes, I was here.