Memoirs

I know you won't come back. Just pretend that you have never met him before in your life. There are never those afternoons and sunsets in spring, there are never those evening breezes and street lights in summer, there are never those longings and waitings in autumn, there are never those morning glows and dusk in winter. No one has ever held your hand in the fireworks of the summer solstice. Just pretend that we have never met each other, and there has never been any separation. This is the last farewell. February 3, 2003 unsigned Intention: The past events of my youth are always unforgettable