I was thinking what life should be like while walking down the street of cobble stones in Rochester, England in 1985. . . . . . . when the world was still black and white; when people lived their lives at a much slower pace, just as the boy in the picture having all his time and gazing out leisurely from the window of the medieval building. I remember the time I was like this little boy too, gazing out at the world beyond.
Today, I stumbled on this photo of Rochester taken in 1985 and that makes me feel very nostalgic about the past. It makes me think of things that I try to remember. . . . . . . . . .
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow. . . . . . . . . . . .
PS The words in italics are taken from the song “Try to Remember”.
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