There are amazing things one has seen only once in his life.
There are special occasions one has gone through only once in his life.
There are fine people one has been with only once in his life.

Once, only once.

As time goes by,
does he have the heart to think about those he may not see once again,
or will he?

Being oblivious is part of nature but it is miserable that he would like to accelerate it and pretends to be reluctant to.

Why do I have to dwell in the past as our paths can never have a chance to intersect?

I am waiting,
not for somebody new,
but for a right therapy to cure the trauma.

But I believe that
the city remains OK while memory is decayed.
(回憶的腐朽先於這座城市.)

“Photographic Memory” – Surrogate