"If you missed the train I took, I would have left alone.
You listen to the long and distant sound of the whistle, carrying me away, away from home."
There were people coming and going on the platform, trains stopping and departing, groups of people arriving and leaving.
The young people were carrying heavy backpacks. They came from small towns that were rarely marked on maps. At this moment, they looked at this magnificent and glorious city, humming happily but sadly.
The singing echoed, and Lorenzo could not help but follow along, humming a soft melody. He sat alone on a bench, like a spectator, quietly witnessing all this happening.
"What are they singing?"
The woman came over and sat in the seat that Mrs. Van Lude had just taken.
"It's just an ordinary song, probably about people who have left their homes."
As Lorenzo spoke, he picked up another cigarette and puffed out smoke. The smoke and water vapor mixed together, enveloping him in white.
"Leaving your homeland? That sounds pretty sad."
"I think it's pretty good."
"good?"
The woman was a little surprised, but when she thought that Lorenzo was a bit of a weird guy, she was not so surprised.
"Yes, I think it's not bad. At least they still have a warm and hopeful place in their hearts. When they are sad, they will think of their distant hometown, and their hearts will be strong. And they will return to their hometown one day."
Lorenzo's eyes remained fixed on the nothingness in front of him, as if he was in a daze.
"I've been thinking about this for a month, and the memories of loss are flooding back like a tide, and I feel like my personality is being torn apart.
At that time, I was thinking, where can I go back to? Florence? Everyone I knew there was dead, and the new pope looked like he wanted to kill me. What about the old Dunling? Still no way, I was the only one left at 121A Cork Street...
I was just thinking...
I can't reach that ideal distant place, nor can I return to the hometown in my memory.
Where on earth am I, Watson
Watson shook her head. She couldn't answer Lorenzo's question. Human beings were such strange creatures. They always felt sad because of some strange things, and such things were the knots in their hearts throughout their lives and were difficult to resolve.
The silence lasted for a while, and as if his thoughts had just come to him, Lorenzo looked towards the end of the track.
"I met a doctor a few days ago. Her name is Abigail. She said that people's will is very fragile, so when they encounter something bad, they will take the initiative to forget some of the bad things to protect themselves."
"This month has been really bad. I feel like my thoughts are like rusty gears, all frozen together. If I could, I really want to forget all of this."
Live like a wild dog, don’t care so much, don’t even think, just follow your instinct.
"Really? But for you, your will is not so weak that it can be defeated so easily. The part about your amnesia is due to the side effects of the Power Gabriel." Watson explained.
"side effect?"