Friends

Time’s showing the forfex, and then I’m starting to fit my memory together.

Although Those friendly years we ever came through together will become unabiding montaging solitude.

But I firmly believe those memories we ever had encountered will mutually reflect to engender endless and trailing radiances in the future.

It is the first time I expect for the delaying schedule,

Even if those cars along the route are loading my regurgitant documentary of memory…

Don’t laugh at my heavy luggage that I’mcarrying.

Because those are costful regard and courage from you.

Don’t laugh at my eyes with tears when I’m leaving.

Because of those words we ever said…

Who can leave your good friend without pathos!!!