It has been nineteen years; some choose to remember, some choose not; some know it, some have no clue; what had happened, it did happen.
Some insist to pass on this memory to the next generation, some insist to ratify this incident. Nobody ever wants to forget, or let go.
Or nobody can.
Looking forward, optimistically we should still see some hopes out there. For what we are doing today, it is for how we can visualize the dreams of those blood shed on that square.
Today, I still remember years ago when I stood in the middle of that place, I was trying to look for any remains of faith between the tiles.
We are still looking.
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