High school years such as junk
television, which has left by my grandmother to us. The television which only makes the
bitter memories of the soil surface after a long dormant. All become vacant in
the direction of my time. The time I spend just for the vain things.
The misunderstandings were continuing for a long enough.. Too old to make my mind blurry
just because thinking about it. Any memories that I keep just memories in vain
to save. Meaning of memories will come only when we lose one of the most
dominant memories. However, when it loses starting to come to pick up one of
its parts, it would be very ill. Illness that requires long time to treat it. In
fact, there will be no cure. As long as possible pain that dwells too much pain
for that long would the terrace. She will not realize that what she left behind
for this is just empty. Just a word that is less meaningful in describing the
last moment. Not the meaning of these memories for everyone coveted. Only
disappointment was profound. More and more in my mind, the pain radiated to all
directions.
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