Sentimentalism is always in the bottom of my heart.
I have never grown.
It reflects in a tone of colour of sunlight, in a smell of sewage, in a shadow of a building, in a scene of movies, in a sound of train ride, in a form of objects, in a crowd of people and in all fragments of memories.
Only my body has grown – well not that in what I wanted and not that I hate it now.
My soul can always go back to my childhood where there is always peace.
It has been raining a lot, but the weather seems not to cope with my sentimentalism tonight.
But, don't take me wrong that I am very happy for my friend for new challenge.
I am sure some people felt the same when I left my home.
Please allow me to be a sentimentalist just for a little, then I will be as fine as the blue sky in August.
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