
25/05/2025
This is what’s left. Four walls, cold tiles, and silence.
No laughter, no clinking glasses, no music bleeding into the streets.
The soul of this place was never in the concrete — it was all of you.
You who came with stories, raised a toast, sang your lungs out, spilled your heart out.
Now it’s just an empty shell.
But oh, what a beautiful spirit once lived here.