Refusal of the Return

We choose to celebrate it in an old closed pub, Where we all have spent countless nights with friends. The pub was still nearly in the same condition as it those years ago, After we removed some cobwebs. It was that magic time of the year between Christmas & New Year's Eve, where everybody returns home to Spend time with family, and meet friends. What can I say? That night was like a time travel. (Time travel) Old friends and schoolmates were there. At first, we could hardly remember each other's names; But then it was like, all those years Since we last meet never happened. Trying to cling to this feeling, sat there till 5 o'clock in the mourning, And refusing to step outside this time bubble. We were young again...