Leaving, with loneliness. I listened to the sound of a line of luggage dragging on the floor, as if it was expressing the ultimate reluctance of leaving. "One last look." I looked up at the teaching building for the last time, that’s the place where I pass through every day, but never had pay attention on it. The golden badge, looked magnificent still. I bowed my head and smile, with the reluctant of farewell. The light of sunrise, through the blurred sky, reflected on the ground. I took out my phone, trying to record this last moment. But all the movements were stopped by that: "time to go." Within tears, we ended this pleasant wonderful journey. Fortunately, I saw the last moment of the sunrise, as bright as smile. Goodbye, Headington.