Inside the courtyard,

The sun is a little brighter,

Little beings run around,

Splashing the old courtyard with new colors,

Memories are everywhere,

Even in the corners,

Where the benches, darkened with age, hide under the pink-reddish buildings,

But now having seen hundreds,

They still feel alright,

And give off a calm, elderly smile,

The trees are all tall,

Lazily shading the small bushes from the sun,

As the light wind causes some of the worn leaves to float back to Earth,

The cobbled ground has bent inwards,

From the weight of memories and colors,

Bright glowing happiness,

Untainted by the news of the constant tragedies,

Fill my cold memories,

And become my haven in a tough world