A poem for the fourth anniversary of "YWCA"…

FRIENDSHIP TREE

Four years ago, we plant it here

With all our hearts, happiness and tears.

When we grow older, It grows taller.

We call it our "friendship tree" - a mark for our friendship forever.

 

One day, it told us its fear.

"Now, for you four are not always together, I am living in nightmare.

What will my future be?

Will it be bright? Or will it be dark…

Please tell me, my dears.

I am afraid of the dark."

 

"Oh! Our sweet heart,"

The sailors* smile and say,

"Don't be afraid!

Misunderstanding, space and time can't keep us apart.

Our four hearts are always sticking together.

As our friendship is forever, You will grow forever either.

So, don't be afraid. Our dear!"

 

*My friends and I used to call ourselves "sailors" ;p