"Though the snowflakes had melt, the crisp yellow leaves have fallen to my feet, i still do feel indifferent. As tickings get faster by the hour, days sailed through, the pounding so demanding became so vague i barely feel. Your words seemed like an echo on my eardrum now, not at bay no more. I crowed for this triumph of love, now i can relish in the goods. "

I used to retrospect during those youth time, but not anymore.