Driving in the countryside makes me feel nostalgic of that time when I was still a kid, and we drive to my grandfather's house in the north. I ride at the back of our motorcycle, hugging my father from behind.
How I miss those days. When innocence fill my bones and the only thing I can think about is how good it feels to be home.
Now, I don't even know where home exactly is. And I would always cherish the memories of the days when I would ride in our motorcycle hugging the back of my father, and sleep soundly at home.
-The Countryside
