By: Poon
To SUMMER with love...
I have a habit of feeling sad
When knowing that my people are to depart
Even though they sometimes drive me mad
I could feel the emptiness deep down in my heart.
I don't tell this to anyone
I once did, someone said they would be fine
Don't utter 'goodbye' or 'farewell'
Instead, tell them 'see you again!'
I received a call the other day
That someone said he will be far away
Knowing this, I should be happy
Because all those days, he will fly like a bee.
I just hope life treats him kind
As he always does to others and his friends
May he be showered with grace and blessings
You will be fine wherever you will lend your foot on.
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