勿忘初心

Last day at home, took an old green-skinned train which will be permanently shut down by the end of this month. My mom used to ride it everyday for school, and it’s my first time but her last time riding it. “It’s dirty, slow, with no AC. Nothing comparable as the bullet train nowadays”, as a trainman told us, I started to understand why she wanted to take me there on my last day. She wanted me to keep the memories at heart, of where I came from and where it all started. 🛤️