Sometimes, reminiscing is hurt.
You don't even realize tears run down when your memory is working hard to remember your past.
Your good old days.
Which you left them far behind.
Memories, never die.
Future, never be seen.
The five of us at Hyde Park, London, during the beginning of autumn, a few hours after we landed safely in the UK, back in September 2007.
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