This is The Place
I remembered the shadow on the field
when I first set foot in this very place
as the scorching sun blazed and
jabbers echoed through the hallway.
This is the place
where everything is familiar
where our stories are told
where strangers bond
where dreams sprout and wilt
where our memories embed.
This is the place
we are about to leave
to chase our shimmering dreams
as our pasts stay and linger
maybe someday it would fade
or surface again
but it roots in our hearts
until the end of our days.
This is the place
where joy unfolds
where food are shared
where memories are made
where dreams are carried away
in the hot midday breeze.
This is the place
we are about the leave
I want to review the scene
and walk along the hallway
to store my memories away
as I cherish my good old days
One day we will again return to this place
where our past
present
and future awaits.
