Dear April

Dear April,
I've got much to tell you. Later in life when things are just different.Well the thought itself already gives me bad feeling. It doesn't mean the future isn't going to be great. It's just..different.
Remind me of the feeling I've got about..well, growing up.
Remind me of the dreams I dreamt on my childhood.
Remind me of the simplicity I had on mind when I was small kid.
Remind me of the people that ever mean much to my life.
Remind me of the little friends.
Remind me of the school talks afterschool.
Remind me of the way I feel about windy days.
Remind me of the flowers
and the gardens
and the fountain..