Staying in the office, is such a torturing

The stairs that we climb...

The route that we always walk...

The corner that you always fell asleep...

The bowl that you eat your food...

The area that you run around...

The time that you're waiting for me to give you your food...

The toys that you always play ....

These traces of memories will always remain in our heart, which cannot be removed

Tears will just drop whenever we pass through this places ....

Miss you boy ...