LONDON DREAM 倫敦夢

LONDON

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A Long Way To Be Here

“You’ve also come a long way to be here, haven’t you?”

I found out that there is always a kind of silent understanding aroused in my heart whenever I meet new/old friends in this city. While meeting up, I’ve sometimes tried to see through those expressions in their deep eyes and started thinking: maybe we are all the same, having been loved wholeheartedly, been delighted and felt lucky, cried brokenly or fallen apart somewhere, in different corners around here. Yeah, we are not alone. I’ve learned how to be confident, or at least make myself more comfortable when connecting with people who I’m not very close to on social occasions. Thanks for that, I somehow met loads of amazing friends, fortunately, but sadly at the same time, London is not where everyone stays, at the end, when it was the time to leave, I’ve always irresistibly used “let’s go…next time”, “let’s try…next time” or “let’s meet…next time” etc. to escape from saying goodbyes. I’m just not ready, not ready to accept that they would leave and be gone eventually. I guess I’ve never said goodbyes properly to those friends, especially those I’ve deeply known that we would never meet again in the future.

“When will you think of me as much as the way I think of you.”

Sitting in various decent bars, we meet new friends and old friends, we then listen, care, hug to give supports, feel for the love stories that die without a known cause and understand the hurts and pains suffered from long-distance relationships. We gently illustrate those sad stories as some sorts of funny life jokes, or describe our wounds that are still hurting frankly as growing up or being mature.

Because I think we know we are lucky, lucky enough to stand here, experience those we’ve never experienced, understand those we’ve never recognised, then strive to shape the way how and what we admire to be in the future with unlimited possibilities. ​

“London, how lucky I am to be able to dream and be here.”

They said this is a gifted talent, the ability to dream, to let your emotions take over rationality. Instead of worrying about how others would think of you, you choose to hold your fragile heart bravely to love, to feel and to get hurt, then write those feelings and stories down sincerely, eventually heal other people who feel the same way, gently, understandingly and unknowingly, or at least, heal yourself.​

Do you feel the same way this time?

:)

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倫敦夢

「你也走了很遠才到這裡的吧。」

在這裡遇見的每位朋友，彼此間常常都有著一種強烈的吸引力。我看著那一雙雙的眼睛，想著你們也跟我一樣吧，在陌生的角落裡脆弱過，幸福過，也哭過，受過一點傷。膽戰心驚的在這個美麗的城市裡邁開步伐，明明越來越善於在陌生的環境裡對陌生人開口，卻始終「下一次去」「下一次要」「下一次再」的，小心翼翼的躲過離別。

「什麼時候你也會像我想起你那樣你也想起我。」

一間間的小酒吧，讓我們能從擁抱裡感受到那些真心誠意的支持，心疼那些因即將分離而沒有結果的無疾而終，也察覺那些遠距離愛戀的痛苦。我們溫柔地，把無助的故事說成笑話，把還疼的傷口說成成長，因爲說到底，我想我們是幸福的。可以站在這樣的世界裡去看，去聽，去經歷那些沒有機會經歷，去理解那些從沒想過的，再努力勾勒自己想成為的樣子。

「來來去去的倫敦，能在這裡做夢、在這裡生活是何其幸運。」

他們說這是一種天賦，任由感性支配理性的能力，哭哭啼啼的，不顧他人眼光的，捧著玻璃心去愛、去感受、去受傷。然後再把這些情感寫下來，溫柔的、體解的、隱約的為那些感同身受的人療傷，或是至少，好好為自己療傷吧。

這次你也和我一樣嗎？:)

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