The air balloon has stopped for quite a few days.

Now, it’s time to travel, and the destination is London,

a little city locat at west, apart from the mainland of Europe.

Have no idea about what I’m going to say,

but if I can start by how I left china, at the eve of the Mid-autumn day.

Never expecting there would be tearing at the airport

as I was live out of my home town for more than 7 years,

but it does appeared on the shuffle train.

Thanks god, just a few second, I found myself again.

Too many things happened.

There is new journey expanded in front of me, not only about UK but also the whole life.

I left my motherland, at this helpless moment.

Again, I support myself, no matter how it will be.

Hello London. To the small room in Birmingham Ibis, the girls from rural village,

the birds fly over me, the boy picky at me, and the carpet I sitting on.

I would like to singing, even nobody understand.

I laugh every day, to everyone, shopping everything for any reason.

But if you look at me, I will say, give me a hug.

Just like the Spanish girl, who keep talking and talking,

traveling and traveling, never stop filling her sorrow.

“So why do you fill me sorrow, with the words you’ve borrowed.”