New story in old narrative 

I explore the city, all over again, with my old friends, for my new friend, with old stories merging from behind, and new ones align ahead. This is when I learn that love is something relative, like time, but nothing else.  

E asked me to recommend a love story taking place in Beijing. “You know, like the Norwegian Wood happens in Tokyo.” 

I thought hard, I really did, only came about nothing. 

But here it is, when scrolling down pictures I took today, I found the love story you asked for.


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