Hours of the party, as if old three years will be a bit aftertaste again, every group photo, always let a person can't help thinking of each other's story, the smile is frozen on face, still can't help to smile you find online. Constantly looking for the photos in the hall of the classmate, constantly looking for the memory of the past.
Only those who are more precious memory. Hasn't come yet and how many words you say, how many acacia before, also please as soon as possible, otherwise, these things may together with the youth away, not precipitation in the memory you find online.
Ironically night, walking alone in the streets after the meeting, the party's location close to the former primary school, then on a whim, intends to look at in the past.
Only ruins left school has been pulled down Elomet, surrounded by a fence to block, but once the walls on both sides of the gate also residues, paste above no traces of digital newspaper is out there. Depend on the walls, behind memories buried under the rubble were gradually find, just, the old classmates, along with the disappearance of campus, also be one by one from my contact list.