Cai Zian ! ! !

I don't really know why, but it is always in moments like this that the lyrics of that popular song come flooding my mind. I suppose the scenes like these automatically trigger the sensitive portions of my collective memory.

" All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go.

I'm standing here outside the door.

All ready and so lonesome

I could cry.

So kiss me and smile for me,

Tell me that you'll wait for me,

Hold me like you'll never let me go,

Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane.

Don't know when I'll be back again,

Oh babe, I hate to go ! ...."

[ Song : Leaving on a Jetplane ]