11.12.04
there's something i'm not forgetting,
but it's something i could not say.
i could not arrange the setting,
and the scene, in the proper way.
the air of the hua chong lanes,
the name tags bearing our names.
the quietness of the room,
and the glances of doom.
the tread of the moving zombies,
the song that meng qiao crooned.
the day we celebrated jing lin's birthday,
the awfully coulourful candles he blew.
the fun we had in the library,
the afternoons we had with may.
the elegant pose tarn had made,
that beats any hunts for games.
the lunch we had at twelve,
the outing we had in mind on tuesday.
the three essays we managed,
and the art pieces allison gave.
that's why i'm giving you warning -
there's something i cannot tell.
the day i sat foot in this class,
the day i met them all.
