Little dusty town which always have to get back.
Never care your mental health are the families around there.
Being emotion trash can receiving bad facts.
Old friends leaving abroad to seek better lives.
Elders question you when you could get married?
Seven years passed since your age over twenty.
This dumb question is been asking so frequently.
While grey broken roads still covers the ancient city.
Hometown was crowded with unknown fresh new comers.
Primary school which I’ve been to was collapsed down forever.
Kindergarten was lying under rising living quarters.
Parents of my fellows had become retired labors.
Few connections have been lost for years or even longer.
Who doesn’t belong to this place is me like a stranger.