Do you still remember?
All these happy times we had together,
Carefree, unrestrained and innocent,
We three could see nothing else but ourselves.
Being scolded, we could not have cared less,
We smiled to each other and it was all well again.

All those innocent times we had had,
When shuttlecocks flied in the air and sketchbooks were loaded with drawn whims,
When we were all so young and could see and mind nothing but now,
When we helped each other, smiled to each other and thought there was no need to say any additional thanks, just one, one smile was enough, we would all understand.

All those happy times we shared with each other,
When we thought all was well in the world and God was sitting in the Heaven,
When little, peculiar things could glue our eyes on for weeks,
When little, simple, treats could make us in ecstasy for whole days,
When handmade, rough, useless toys could enchant us for ages.

All those treasured memories that we would never forget,
When we ran together against the wind,
When we floated and swam in the ocean sea,
When laughter and easy happiness filled up our whole world,
When one wink, one gesture, one word could affect each and one of us so easily and profoundly.

All those celebrated times that we had been proud of,
When marks were out, we threw our papers into the air, dragging each other’s hand, whirling in circles and tears and smiles appeared on our faces.
When we stood confidently in front of the classmates, organized assemblies and ceremonies, surrounding ourselves with respect and admiration.
When we obtained what we had wanted, grasping it in our hands, we felt contented.

All those treasured memories came to me again and again, filling my mind with non-sense happiness and childishness.
All those distant and yet long-lived memories grasped me, and my eyes swelled and before I noticed, tears rushed out of my eyes.
All those innocent childhood memories engulfed me, devoured me in the sweet, protected bubble of crystalline memories; too fragile, too fragile to keep me long before the bubble popped and I realized that all but all were just memories, sweet, deeply rooted memories that I would never forget.

I would smile, when I think of you.
I would never feel lonely, as you would always dwell in my heart, filling it with warmth.
I would always be cheerful and thankful in memory of our childhood.

I named us a league, a small, sweet league of three kindred spirits.

Spirits would never leave each other, I thought myself.
Though the ocean divided us,
I would never forget you, my dear friends, my dear memories, and my dear childhood that was lightened and gilded because of you.