0.1 second ago, we are strangers.

0.1  second later, I brush shoulder with you.

After 10 hours, we may become good friends.

110 days pass by, we may be far apart living in different corners of the world.

This is Beijing, this is Raleigh, this is Knoxville, this is Boston, this is New York, this is my life.

In everywhere you can run into people of all races and nationalities.

How long was I going to be in one place?

Someone told me this is the life being far away from home. You have to live with your heart, rather than your family. 

But bidding farewell is sorrowful, especially it happens so often in my life.  

May people live long. Though you and me are thousand miles apart, when you look up we see the same moon