You start loving a city when you get to know someone who lives there, and start talking to them, and listening to their stories. It is not just a cold sea of strangers that speak another language any more. You feel related to it now. ​​​​

渐渐，朋友之间告别时习惯了拥抱，而不是形式感与距离感十足的握手。这几天，每一次的拥抱都像是秋天的树上掉下一片叶子，都让我想哭。明天，最后一片叶子掉下之后，我就是一棵光秃秃的树。我，舍不得，想哭。 ​​​​

Every goodbye hug is just like a fallen leaf in autumn. Tomorrow, after the last leaf falls, I will be a leafless tree. ​​​​