Later, the autumn in Madrid lost its flavor, and the streets lost their former prosperity. Your flavor gradually disappeared. Fidel, who played on the street, left Spain for Paris. On the 19th, Pastor Green also left us. You left, and I couldn't leave anything behind.
Intention: Memories are just a part of life. They exist in people's lives not to make people remember them, but to inspire those who live in them to face life more bravely. Memories only belong to memories themselves.