A POEM TO A FRIEND
A cool breeze cooled our minds,
In choosing will to our destinations,
We’re happy to each other because we’ve met.
Had you remembered all these things?
From the start, we’re walking the same path.
Even you’re the woodland and I’m the grassland.
Yet thorns may stick on our bare foot,
We’re still continued to journey both.
The time elapsed, the season changes.
When green grasses turned black and trees golden leaves fell.
But each of us held the wind tightly,
For the dream we wanted was covered by clouds.
And we have learned to face sorrow,
We made a shield from the piles of happiness.
Changing the mind to the next level,
This made us to complete the obstacles.
One day we both startled of what we found.
There’s a crossroad behind the path.
Putting each arms to our shoulders,
Joyfully facing the same way.
But suddenly we both noticed,
Crossroad has three roads to choose.
And the game master told us both
Choosing a will is an individual route.
A joyous smile turns to sadness.
Letting the waters drop from our eyes.
Your arm slightly slips from my shoulder,
Symbolizing our friendship to be temporarily broken.
Both of us wipe the tears from our eyes.
Ignoring the shadow of the great sorrow.
Being a friend, we laid our hands,
Hoping that someday we’ll see each one.
You choose the east, and I’m on the west.
But before the splendor, embraces break.
Reminding each other the things to be done.
Saying, “Friend, we’ll see each other soon”
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