I took that photo frame covered in dust;
it was a picture of all of us-
on that cold, winter day when I was lonely.
We were all so happy with warmth.
Today I look back on that day.
Everyone has went their different paths.
Some wanted to further study,
and others wanted to find jobs far away.
We were all apart.
I should have cherished all of you
when I had the chance to.
I hate departures and leavings-
I never wanted to face such sorrow.
I loved everyone then.
Why didn't I spend that time carefully?
Right now I was all alone
sulking, listening to my own rantings
and whining in self-pity-
sinking so deep in sorrow is not like me...