Poem about Nostalgia for past days of happiness and exuberance. Poem about Nostalgia for past days of happiness and exuberance.

The truth is that we just remember the good parts of the past The truth is that we just remember the good parts of the past

The story shows that the protagonist carries the keychain which is the souvenir to cherish the teach... The story shows that the protagonist carries the keychain which is the souvenir ...

Yellow was the first colour she'd fell in love with as a child. Yellow was the first colour she'd fell in love with as a child.

College life had been one of a kind and I would do anything to have it back even though there were m... College life had been one of a kind and I would do anything to have it back even...

I want to be ignorant. Ignorant enough to talk to the breeze as I pop my head out of the car window.... I want to be ignorant. Ignorant enough to talk to the breeze as I pop my head ou...