It's not the same as it was before.
It can never go back to the way it was before.
Things are not the same.
Life is not the same.
We are not the same.
Time changes things.
Who we were is not who we are.
Those feelings are different now.
Time killed those feelings...
That dream, were buried.
And they became the nutrients in which new things grew.
New feelings.
New dreams.
It can never be the same as it was back then ever again.
We can never go back.
Those moments were fleeting.
Those moments are gone.
Just fractions of faint feelings of familiarity.
A warm nostalgia on a cold night,
As far away as the stars.
