In the past ten years, who have I loved wrongly and whom have I missed?
Studying abroad in Paris, France, or maybe I was escaping, not wanting to see those familiar faces again, for fear of bringing back some memories. Those times ten years ago, although dull, had the unique flavor of youth... And ten years later, I can only deceive myself in the remaining time. Perhaps, this is not bad. Ten years of confusion have been replaced by peaceful years. In these peaceful years, I enjoy the memories and spend my life.