Do not know why.
At the time of my entire life. The memory of the old high school. It's pronounced out over the others. Teachers. Friends. School. A. School van. Cafeteria. Garden seating. Potter School. Phone booth. Students table is blue. Music Room. Shelf marble table. And graffiti on bathroom walls. Activities recite the pledge to the flag pole. Secret Missions of gang friends. The stench in the bathroom. I still remember it well. Many times in my dreams. I have seen these things. And those places at all times. Both the middle school or elementary school age. When I'm tired, I often think of high school life, always. What I do now is to pass the time as it should be. The one thing into something different. What appears to be certain is uncertainty. . time taught me to understand everything. today I am reminded of the old school again. miss my friends. Teachers think. Think about things that never come to pass. What I miss high school life to many. Then came the college life that was lost without realizing it. Very sad. Translations changed from a nostalgic just thinking coolly indifferent. Even longer to think a little time , but I do not deny this, that memory range, it is most pronounced , I'm not back there, so I did not go back yet know why, do not know what changed, what I just keep. says there is time to go back , but the paperwork. Words like I said , it's only a makeshift steaming time is now. I would not go back there , then I feel bad about themselves in a way it's good to be bad, however. Should I go back there I go where I've been. And from where I started to do many things. And made me as I am today, having been told that before, we will move forward , it should be looked after before , in the Evening, I still do not understand very much , but I was thinking that. in one day I will be typing up this line. I deny not, then I do not just think of So so, then okay, I miss my elementary school , and then to find chances to go visit there to get (this is not to say a makeshift me: P. ).
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