It was 6:30 when I finally settled into my room.
I switched to a room further away from the freeway.
It is quieter now.
I am in room 415. There is a door in this room that connects to room 417.
It’s strange to see a door to another room inside of MY room.
It reminds me of the closet in Narnia, and makes me wonder where it leads to….

ROOM 417! I know!
Just entertaining myself with random thoughts as usual.

Sitting in this vomit color hotel room chair next to the window and looking at the rain outside, I notice that, strangely, I am enjoying this.
I guess I lied. Maybe I secretly like traveling even for business. It’s an escape for me, to escape from the real world into a place where no one knows me, where I allow myself to sit idly and wonder aimlessly. There is little else to do anyway.
I will never work up the courage to drop everything, and really run away although I fantasize about it all the time. I am a coward, this is my hideout, and that’s enough.
Every October, and November, when it rains, I listen to this song.
California dreamin…

It brought me to tears countless times before.
It still touches a soft spot inside of me when I am listening to it on repeat today. But I am OK now, even a little happy, giggly happy.

片段中有些散落 有些深刻的错
还不懂这一秒钟 怎么举动怎么好好地和谁牵手
那寂寞有些许不同 我挑着留下没说
自 那生活还过分激动 没什么我已经以为能够把握
而我不再觉得失去是舍不得
有时候只愿意听你 唱完一首歌
在所有人事已非 的景色里
我最喜欢你

片段中有些散落 有些深刻的错
就快懂这一秒钟 怎么举动怎么 好好和你过
你知道你曾经让人被爱并且经过
毕竟是有着怯怯但能 给的沉默
在所有不被想起 的快乐里
我最喜欢你
　
而我不再觉得
而我不再觉得

and timeless…

Are you goin’ to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground).
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain).
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).

Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears).
Between salt water and the sea strands
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill).
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten).
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.