In life, past volume could be massive, left time must

be limited, but running time gets more amply long.

In that daily term, one reunion was made to me. That was in some middle ages ruin.

Ever betrayed one by me was coming out to me.

The one was certainly trapped by me and he definitely was perfectly buried by me, nevertheless he was seen so brighter than I assumed.

After all, my accumulated remorseful mind still now which could never gotten rid of was certainly mitigated by his cheering talk to me.

Ruin is made at not historical legacy by some impulsive action and time running, but mind ruin is made at not additional matters never made in only inertia time running enough for regeneration of past matters inmind.

Time changes anything, human mind, landscape of every location.

Season must make transition, but mind's own dregs must never be melted so lightly.

Time running makes any historical ruin more withered, but some never gulped memory remained as that was, only time passes, but memorized content and appearance is never transformed.

Ruin only surrounds any visiting one's mind.

But mind stocking ruin surrounds nothing.

The thing only wants to be hugged by some other thing or one in talk.

Not disappearing memory and some words are in not changed sporadically regenerated, but ruin's image imprinted makes real revisiting to the ruin in completely another impression around that located appearance.

That one's coming and going in one past is still now coming and going in same appearance and probably  will never disappear and just be made in iteration.

Ruin's presence makes us renewed another voyage.

But mind's ruin is hardly slipped away from mind's hooked remain.

Sep. 15th.   2022