The old pictures
I think i am getting old fast, especially mentally. i found myself looking at the old pictures and missing someone. it was a really precious period for me in my life, thought it is finished now. i have, so no regrets. today i went to school and saw Alam, who also reminded me of someone else. i enjoyed the short talk with him. he is busy with his experiment, and he published something about neno on the journal. congratulations to him. i am busy writing the paper.
i miss the mid summer nights,
tears mingled in the lights
sweet flower shed
in the moon light... forever
Good bye , no never say goodbye,
goodbye kills the hope to meet again... the train station, the blue car...
