The house I use to live, the side walks I use to walk on, the study hall I use to be in, the seaside, and so on might remind me some things or someones. Maybe I would cry again or sign. Maybe I would feel guilt and regret. Maybe I would wonder where did my youth go.
But the truth is. I didn''t feel a damn thing.
As much as I'd like to have nothing to do with UB (too many reasons), I still end up to have friends who are going to UB right now. I still hear things about UB. The club that I use to belong to isn't there anymore, new generation kids are running around the campus with same dreams as we did. And soon enough, those dreams will be awaken.
Even I didn't feel anything or remind of me anything when I was down there. I couldn't help but took two pictures of UB. I still miss my old friends time to time, and think about the meaningless dramas that we had. Some of us are parents now and had to grow up to become a better person for the next generation. Our dreams, hopes, and unfulfilled stories might need the next generation to carry on. Or simply, just let it die in our heart.
I would totally make different choices if I can turn back time. I might not even want to come to UB. But life is one way street, there is no U turn. I already walked down the path and only memories live.