Meeting Again

These past few days have been strange. Looking at old photos brings back old memories. I never want to look back on the past, it’s painful, but before I know it my mind has drifted back there anyway.

Tonight, looking at old photos, I went back to the past. If I could do it all over again, I would definitely work hard.

Too bad that’s just the past.

So I won’t have regrets, I’ll work hard today.

We met, and we’ll meet again.