Red Heart

Going to Disneyland is a mistake. I used to think I am big kid. When I was in Disney I realized I was not any more. But the person who invited me was absolutely a child. He was one my good friend in college. It's been four years that I had not seen him. He did not change at all, just like Peter Pan who refused to grow up. But surprisingly, there is shining ring on his left hand. I smiled and wonder who wanted to marry to a child...

The whole day He behaved like a child, jumping up and down. He told me he's been here many times and still loves it. I was forced to wear the Mickey mouse ears with him. I wonder he wanted to learn that I've changed. Can he imagine mojito and martini are my favorite, not coca cola and juice? Every night I listen to Jazz and rock, not pop and children songs. But Peter Pan still sang the Disney songs all the way.

It was a reminiscent of four years ago that he and I sang one Disney song and won a prize in college. We practiced loud together, singing ” two little tigers, running fast” while riding bicycles back to our dorms. I still remember the wind blew up the yellow leaves and flied like thousands od butterflies around us in that fall in Beijing...

Four years was as short as a dream. During these years we did not have much chances contacting each other. But now we met in Japan, not China where we used to be in college together, or U.S. where he used to want to be and now I live.

I don't know when our next meeting will be. Will he still be Peter Pan? Who will I be?

One thing did not change is that we're still friends.