So, tonight, I was feeling something I wasn’t suppose to feel. The words I wasn’t able to say. I put them down. And this is exactly how I feel.
(via pain-of-unrequitedlove)
Guangzhou, Take Me Back
Guangzhou,
Please take me back. I don’t know your language anymore. They’ve changed it. Everyone speaks mandarin now. That’s Okay. I’ll learn it, I promise.
I’m sitting here in Campus Center and I suddenly realize…
It’s been two whole years since I’ve been with you. I miss you. I miss your streets filled with food vendors yelling out your delicious specials. I miss the thousands of people that crowd your streets every second of every day. I miss the pollution; it adds a certain feeling of romance to your city, a feeling of mystery. I miss the tall buildings looming overhead; its bright neon signs flashing.
Guangzhou, you are my New York City.
No, you cannot be compared to NYC. You are your own city, in your own country with your own culture.
Every time I visit you, my love only grows larger. Take me back. Please don’t make me a stranger, an outsider, because it only breaks my heart. I’ve been away from you for too long.
Take me back, 广州.
Love,
余颖姗
this song, whether in album, concert or (especially) acoustic version, makes me cry
“No. Let’s talk about this another day,” and with that, the phone clicked off.
A new song began, the strong first note ringing in her ears as her world suddenly became insufferably quiet.

