This is where granny’s house used to be. Granny is gone, everyone changed, I’d miss the place, I can’t come back in the future because soon… this slot will be taken up by somebody else. I came to pay respect for granny at times. If only she’d last longer… I have become a good man. I am proud of it…Change… My heart remains the same… My memories remain as the buildings and landscapes are torn down. What lies in the horizon is unknown… But I’d always remember my root, and the sweet memories of old times. Bloody hell… What has this world become… … Why must I give up something so sweet to embrace something so ridiculously bitter?
If not for the better… why change?