as I walked the same path

There was a small street, a shortcut from church to my school.

I used to walk through that small street with my friends when we somehow had the habit to pray in the church after school is over (it was our final year).

As I walked the same path,
if it's like a movie, things were flashing in my brain. I remember I took a picture with my best friends in the last month of school. I have a friend who acts like my 'bodyguard' that kept saying, "Da, be careful" and told other friend, "Ferninda is fragile, must protect her! I take this side, you take that side" She's so funny!! She's not even a Catholic, but she prayed with us in the church too.

As I walked the same path,
I recalled those people whom we met accidentally on our way there.

Then I walked pass the hall where me and my friends had our co-curricular activity: dance!!
Then I walked pass the parking lots for bikes
Then I waited at the side of the road for the traffic light to turn green for me.

things do change.
Somehow I know by the time I leave Indo this time,things will not be the same. My 'vision' is limited up to May. After May my vision is blur.
Next year (which is next week), will be a different phase of life for me. Even if I study again, I'm not an undergraduate anymore. If I work, it'll be different too.