Begining with a Box

The first week, the first day,

We came to here,

We met, we thought, and laugh together.

It's all began with a box called memory.

The big black box carry the old memories


Radios, taps, ancient clock, and old buildings


The images was presented by negative photos interweaving by memory lines.





Somehow the box overturned,


Pouring out something in my memories,


Something wonderful and joyful,


Something about you.




It's really great to meet you all !