Sometimes in my dreams, I am back in China. I am walking the streets of Macau, or under the squawking birds in SJTU. Or somehow in the midst of dreaming, I think that I have to go to class tomorrow, but the image that I'm thinking about is in SJTU.
Sometimes I am dreaming of my next trip, the train ride that I would be experiencing, where should I go?
Sometimes it is with disappointment and even sadness when I wake up to realise that I am back in Singapore, and those days will never come back.
But then I remember that my darling is here, and how miserable I was without him. And I am so glad I am back!