On the Tuk Tuk , where was the next station I went.Leaving the city which was known by a movie.I always thought there shold have a row of walking monks like the movie ending.The outside noise was direct intruding my ear.It was like urging the next stage uproariously.But I was still staying the calm of this short intermission.I hate separation wilfully, but I can't bear to refuse the asking of separation everytime.It's similar I have to know you which I'm used to say,So I have to accept a conclusion that we were necessary to divide.Again and again, I start to practice for next separation on my journey.But no matter what I try, I can't be used to this feeling, always.The weather was changeable, sunny and rainy on the trip to airport. Where was there?Looking back, I could not see the familiar scenes already.My luggage stored too much of these stories about separation.One day, when you can not endure that any more,I have prepared to say "So long" for you, too.＊坐在嘟嘟上，要去的下一站是哪裡？離開了這個因為電影而結緣的城市。總覺得是不是該出現一排像劇末出現的行僧呢？車外吵雜的聲音是那麼毫不遮掩的衝入耳膜，好像鼓譟著下一幕的劇情快點登場。而我卻還停留在這即將換幕間的寧靜。我任性的討厭分離，但每次的分離都是那麼令人不忍抗拒。如同我總是說著我有必要認識你。最後卻也是　得到了　我們有必要分開。一次一次，我開始在旅途上為下次的離別做練習。但無論怎麼樣，平靜的臉孔下，還是無法習慣這樣的感覺。天空忽晴忽雨，這是哪裡？再回頭望，早已經看不見那些熟悉的場景。身邊的旅行箱，收納太多關於這樣的故事。有一天，當你再無法負荷這樣不可承受之輕時，我已準備好對你說聲　再見。