My love can be over there, in the urban love that does not have the subway, meet probably Heng Jiuyi is nodded. Station, that train leaves for direction coming home. Lying between the glass of car window, I as if the years that saw those pass, that beautiful jade that wave to me or smiling child. The glass that is that car window only already accumulated dirt, it is not clear that I already looked. If I can break through that glass that accumulating dirt, can you go that already the years of die Some of flower leaves is for what wither, some of person comes is for what go, some traces are destined to commemorate abandon riding a bicycle to move back and forth in this city come-and-go every day when me when, I already became easy and halcyon.