In the end, we all regretted for a poorly hand-shake goodbye
Years later, as you sit back at your leather-made sofa,
watching your kids running around your thousand-dollar carpet,
You began to think back of the people at the very beginning
of your working life
How long have you been working?
5 years? 10 years?
And then even that year old awkward goodbye hugs seem
precious.
Because time washes off the harshness of reality,
What remains, are the essence of your memories.
The smile, the laughs, the helpless hopeless working papers,
They all look cute from afar. FROM AFAR.
And if situation allows, flip out your phone,
Call a person or two
“Hello, its me. I was wondering if after all these years you
would like to meet~”
