And just like that, I'm off.
With no fuss or a big send off, just as it's meant to be.
My apartment is empty and clean, ready for the next person to make their home.
Last time I'll pass these rice fields.
Last time I'll see my school.
Last time I'll hear the cicadas everywhere.
These mountains....
These colours...
This heat...
I will not see the road here finished...
Who knows, maybe I'll be back someday.
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