Whether if it’s real…or not. It doesn’t matter as long as we’re back together for recount this precious memory.

I hate people who talk about the past. However, our past is the mirror of our present.

If I can turn back the time for these days we’ve spent… Just seeing them some more is more than enough.

Well I don’t know what exactly I’ve been trying to talk about. Or to understand. But no one knows, every single unexpected words can be a valuable one.

It doesn’t matter. Because it’s only a matter of time.

For my only hope, sincerely,