I have a very old photo. It's getting blurry. But I can still make out what it looks like. That's a family photo. I was very young then. Sit in my mother's arms and smile. Although I have no memory of that time. But when I saw that picture, it was like going back to that time.
Once the memory of the picture are awakened. It becomes time. What hasn't changed is the feeling of our family.
