時間列車匆匆的經過
「等我一下」 我追喊著
就跳上去，跟著走了
才發現原來這就是人生
擦肩而過的旅人
好像車票寫跟我同一站上車
座位在我旁邊的陌生人
過了十站依然沒有抬起頭
而我卻一直盯著
五排之外站在門口的她
想著她那一站下車
雖然終點都是一樣的
可就是在這節車箱內
所有的想像陪著我
看著寫著這一切
Everyone who knows me in the England definitely knows that I have a friend called Ryan Cooke, and if my life has any difference from other people, it is also because of him. It was in the late September of last year I met Ryan in front of the library. He told me that when I introduced myself in the class, he already decided to make friends with me because instead of explaining why I study at this programme, I said that Taiwanese army sucks and like to drink whisky. Ok, fair enough. As for me, before we had our first coffee in the Opposite, my impression of him was that he is a tall guy, like to listen to Jazz, dresses like a band player and can drink a lot. I think that we do exchange our numbers, but for a new comer in the UK like me, it is almost impossible to understand what a native speaker is talking about on the phone at beginning, anyway, thanks god, we can use text. However, the first coffee with him was not through the phone or text but the coincidence (if there is no destiny)...
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