Sitting here in the office,
Working on a project on Hainan Island,
Yet my thoughts are elsewhere,
My heart is elsewhere,
My soul is lost.

Sven,
I wanted to say that what you need is to go back to the past,
When your shoes are perfect, bike is good, modules aren't sucky;
And that I need to move on, to somewhere new, to find someone new,
To a place I can forget about everything that has happened.
But I realised that in the end, it won't work too.
We have nowhere to go.