To be honest, it is probably the crappiest experience in a while for me to move out from your room. I can't deny that I am so ingrained into this little small space that I have called my own for a while. One year ago, I was watching you wearing graduation robe in the studio but now sad summer passed us like a moth's wing. All of our life has become memory, especially when every feeling has been experienced over and over again. Years later I will think of you, wonder where were you and how our lives could have been.
p/s: This year, the sky look nearer.