Over the years, I have traveled to many places, but I still prefer the North. I have met many people, but I still cannot forget those who accompanied me through my obscure youth. I have read many books, but I only clearly remember the words you read to me. I have listened to many songs, but I only cycle through your favorite ones. I have seen many art exhibitions, but I only love the few graffiti you wrote in my diary. I have walked many roads, but I only like the asphalt road you walked with me in the wind and rain that year...
I have done many things over the years, but I can only forget the youth I walked through with you...
The most hateful thing about time is that after a few years, it will place everything you have lost in front of you one by one, and then let you know how much you have lost in these years, but these things can only be buried in the long river of time and can never be found again...
You walked with me so much, but in the end, I was the only one. So, I would like to dedicate this article to those people who came to my life but left in a hurry.