It used to be different now, it used to be loved but now it's slowly disgusting. Sorry if my words are not polite. Today my memory is too full of story material, I can't stand it anymore, I have to tell it so that what's bothering me doesn't turn into a pimple.
As an opening I would like to thank my friends who are always faithful to read my writings which are sometimes not worthy to be enjoyed like the water of the river below.
The black color and smell that disturbs every pedestrian who crosses it. It's different from the previous scenery on August 14, 2014, my first day through this river. Very different from now.
In the past, this river was my favorite place, because here I could enjoy the rural feel while expelling my tiredness for a moment.
On this bridge I purposely took a breath for a while, but because of the bad smell.
Without being chased away I rushed away.
Thank you for those of you who have stopped by, seen and read my writing this time.
Hopefully what happens tomorrow and later can make you smile and cheerful, amen.
