if this bridge had the power as a time portal,
maybe we could have traveled to the past time back then,
to the time when we used to go wherever we wanted to when we were young, fully alive and full of love,
to the season when we had a bunch of enthusiasm and passion that could not be broken by anything and anyone,
to the period when we talked all night long about various topics, we didn’t shut up,
+ : “I don’t like walking around this graveled road..”
> : “so hold my hand, my dear. I will never let you walk alone.”
+ : “sometimes I don’t have any idea whether I am wrong or right, sometimes I am clueless..”
> : “it’s your mind is tricking you around, my dear. “
time changes, season changes,
+ : “there’s an old and familiar voice in my head which brings reminisce..”
> : “well, tell her that I miss our little talks.”
+ : “what should we do then?“
> : “we’ll keep carry on, my dear.”
people change, feelings change.
hope. 