It was only a short three-day trip, but saying goodbye to you was the hardest thing in the world. "My dear..."
On the way, everyone laughed and had fun. I was low in spirits because I kept thinking of you.
When I saw the beautiful scenery in the mountain, I was inspired.
I wrote down how much I missed you under the tree.
"Are you ok?" "Did you get hurt?" "Do you know who we are?"
Alas! There is no postbox! How am I going to send out the letter?
We drove in the mountain and couldn't see any postbox.
Not even in the city, on the streets lined with houses.
In order to search for a postbox, we opened wide our eyes as if we had installed radar in them.
"Is that a postbox?" "Nope, it's a bin for recycled clothes."
"Got you!" "Well, that's an electricity box..."
Again, our doubts for Chia-yi City surfaced. "People here don't write letters?" "To be honest, I have no clue though I am a local from here..." Uncle replied.
If I lived here, I would be drowned in thousands of mail I couldn't send out...
"This is our last chance. There are schools on this street. Let's give it another shot!"
"Isn't that the green postbox we are looking for?" We screamed in ecstasy. We'd never been so excited about a postbox.
"Dear Mr. Yu, do you feel the fresh air in the mountain when you read the letter?" Auntie is super-duper nice! She thought of me even when she was away on a trip!