for the last 2 years of MR500, i brought back medals. this year, i brought back a collection of memories. definitely not the best race, perhaps the worst, but i'm not asking for more. competed and completed my t2 race, not too bad afterall, right partner? haha
yes, times have changed, and who wouldn't have realised the lack of your presence in the boat, your voice, your spirit, your strength...
i have to admit the best times in uni life were probably the times we spent together, as a team, the insane twice a day trainings, the dragon boat races, dinners, lunches, not forgetting the sleepless nights doing farewell gifts, the drinking sessions, mugging sessions...
but everything that has a beginning has an end.
as i was walking there on sunday morning, as i looked into the tranquility of the morning water, it just occured to me all of a sudden...

微风掠过的湖面，
又泛起了涟漪。
雨水打过的小草，
又得到了生命。
太阳一样从东边升起，
音乐一样响着。
但有谁知道
这水中含着多少血和汉
埋藏了多少颗炽灼的心。

也许，这一切就叫做回忆。