old box

It has been 2 years.
Time flies.
Everything was just left there,
untouched,
unchanged,
buried by time,
covered by dust.

Still there are people reading my words,
leaving me comments,
expecting another new entry.
I'm sorry,
it's all past.

It's like a long sleep,
a haunting dream.
There're hardly any images remained;
I cannot remember...
No, I cannot.