Zai Jian Wo De Ai Ren

Tonight is slow and easy, against the backdrop of Teresa Teng’s songs. Someone, I can't remember who, sent it to me when we returned last year. This is how I have come to associate her songs with: Mornings of Kaya toasts, after heavy Life Journey nights, Milo, markers on the table, textbooks, colourful friendship band thread everywhere, long rectangular table, that two black-and-white paintings and the red walls, the red walls.

‘I am very fond of sunsets. Let’s go this moment and look at a sunset.’

‘But we shall have to wait…’

‘Wait for what?’

‘Wait until it’s time for the sun to set.’

At first you seemed very taken aback. Then you laughed at yourself and said:

‘I still keep thinking I’m at home!’

Just so. For as everyone knows, when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France. If you could get to France in a twinkling, you could watch a sunset right now. Unfortunately France is rather too far away. But on your tiny planet, little prince, you had only to move your chair a few steps. You could watch nightfall whenever you liked.

‘One day,’ you said, ‘I watched the sunset forty-three times!’

And a little later you added:

‘You know, when one is that sad, one can get to love the sunset.’

‘Were you that sad, then, on the day of the forty-three sunsets?’

But the prince made no answer. -The Little Prince