The same place but different atmosphere. The same date but different year. The same class but different batch. The same people but different feel. The same school but different principal. The same uniform but different faces.
Time.
Is the word that fades the feel. It cause changes... And yet is the best medicine of the heart...
Now.
Even you walk pass me, you're just a stranger to me.... A portion of my memories...
Guess this is the feel... The feel of growing up................