it must be end of the year.
the time when you look back and ask,
what have i done?
christmas songs filling the air,
friends and families getting together,
buying gifts and shopping malls,
cheesy lovers hugging tights.
romantic comedy makes you cry,
white snow you wish but rain you get,
people are happier, lonely ones tear,
traffic jam only makes me fear.
old friends i see, memories i had,
schooltime, innocent days, all that i cherish,
in that one box i brought along,
since the day i left, till i perish.
now it is,
it is end of the year.
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