It has been 7 days in Seoul. Time flys away just like the train in subway. When you still counting how many stations passed by, the terminal has arrived. I can not image the feeling that would touch my heart, when the plane left Korea. Maybe, I would leave even without notice that, just as I came.
It is the raining season in Korea now. But there is always sunshine in the past 6 days. The celeste of the sky, the pleasantly cool wind from the Pacific Ocean, and sometimes the imageable fragrance of the grapefruit, give you the feeling like new-borning. Everyday, I walk around in the street so calmly just like an obeserver. I try to taste multifarious food, and talk to different people. The food are delicious, and the people are kindly. But I lost myself. Image that you are sitting in a boat among a silent lake. Maybe there are some birds singing, and wind blowing. And maybe you can even hear the flowing of the water. But it is too quiet in your heart. The vacuum. You need emotion, need to bond youself to somewhere. But you just can not find the somewhere in the lake. When arrived at the Incheon Airport in the first day, I took a bus to the hotel alone. From that moment, I have been an foreigner.
I will take the flight in the afternoon back to Beijing. And it is raining outside. Maybe it is the Seoul says goodbye eventually. The past 7 days are too short to be counted, but too long to be forgotten. Farewell, Seoul.
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