Everything seems so unreal after came back to the usual lifestyle.
I was under the same roof with them;
But now I am alone.
I was too busy to chat with them;
But now I have no one to talk to.
I was not worrying the time that I got to go to the bed;
But now I have to.
I was laughing, chatting or even playing with them;
But now I am only able to revise the scene,
and listen to the bugs' growl.
Especially with CFC,
the feeling is so strong,
that even I had my rest last night 8pm until 9am on the next day,
I woke up in the midnight, hoping that I was still with them;
that even right now, at this moment, I still can listen to their voices.
It's always that both happiness and bitterness fueling my mind after a trip with them,
happy, cause we've met and enjoy; bitter, cause we've to say goodbye in the end.
It might be the last trip that we'll go together.
I do love the moment that we spent together;
but I do not love the feeling of being alone after a trip.
Equivalent trade perhaps.
A same quality of happiness come with a same quality of bitterness.
I would never regret meeting you all.
Thank you.
