When you are not crying, hug me

Author: Zhan Yalan
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Publish Date: 2002-01-01
Features: I always think that if a city allows the existence of bicycles, it is equivalent to allowing a relaxed pace of life. From Taipei to Kyoto, my pace gradually slowed; my breaths gradually deepened. "If this flight is destined to never land," I covered myself in the photo, imagining how my family would rearrange themselves after I was gone. They would still leave a spot for me, right? Would I appear in their lives in another form, like a paranormal photo? Right now, I am staying at a small inn near Bromo Volcano. I heard there is a horse market not far away. I am waiting, under the starry sky, I will ride a horse across a desert, straight to the volcano's crater.