2005-11-23 01:05:30出前一丁
I left my heart in Kyoto
So there is a great song called I LEFT MY HEART IN SAN FRANCISCO.
Indeed, if home is where the heart is, for sure I have left my heart in Kyoto.
The autumn leaves, the warm coffee from vending machines, the mikan (small oranges) and the obasan I chatted with on the bus...... they are going to be part of me from now on. Yes, the backpack I carried was heavier, full of memories of good times. (You may ask: What about the bad times? Yes, there are times of lost, doubt, worries. But somehow they were vanished and gone with the wind......)
Traveling by myself the first time......I am glad I did.
My world will never be the same.
Indeed, if home is where the heart is, for sure I have left my heart in Kyoto.
The autumn leaves, the warm coffee from vending machines, the mikan (small oranges) and the obasan I chatted with on the bus...... they are going to be part of me from now on. Yes, the backpack I carried was heavier, full of memories of good times. (You may ask: What about the bad times? Yes, there are times of lost, doubt, worries. But somehow they were vanished and gone with the wind......)
Traveling by myself the first time......I am glad I did.
My world will never be the same.