Lamentation (wo xiang wo jiejie)

'Sometimes, the magic of the past is all we got.

Just you and me at a cross-roads then,

Ain't it funny how we were old friends,

Accidentally thrown together, did we intend

To be that romantic novel, you never thought would end.

And it's the contact of the eye that meets across a crowded room,

And how I kinda wound up the lyrics to your tune,

You say, 'Funny how it feels like, I've known you all my life.'
- Sir Elton John

Being in China has never been as painful as it is on this day at this hour.

Big, I wish I could be there to watch you walk down the aisle and later have a dance with the bride. When I decided to come to China, the first thing I thought about was how I was going to miss your wedding and now I am. Currently, I am sitting in my apartment having just opened a bottle of wine.

At 12 o'clock (mid night here, noon there) I'm going to listen to that awful song Pacolbel's Canon in D, even though I know you won't play it, and I'm going to pour myself a glass of chardonnay that I bought just for the occasion. I'll drink a toast to you, Randy and your eternal happiness together. When, I tear up (which I guiltily admit will happen) they will be of joy for you both.

Were I there, I know all too well that you and I would get a little tipsy, slip away to some corner of the reception and, within view but not ear shot of the crowd, begin to talk about every person in the room in no uncertain terms. The clock tells me I've got a date with a certain dead composer and a glass of wine.

I love you Liz, save a dance for me.