Old days

Dear Ting Ting

I remember smell of fountains, trees, green fields, clear air of the place.
I remember the park that we often went and talked about our senses.
I remember the empty lecture room that we secretly went after classes.

they are always in my mind.
they are still vividly coming back to my mind.

I remember the way to your house in dark.
I remember the tears of u.
I remember the night that we talked under million of stars at track

I dono why
I dono why
I went there to study but I only remember those thing.
I dont remember what did i learn from classes.

Thank you.
There you were, therefore here I am.

Love you,

Tomoya