Five and A Half Years

18 of us getting to know each others by fate
We're course mates, some of us are housemates
Graduation, for us, sound like too long to wait
"Fishing" in lecturers' classes, without rods and baits
Together, countless dinners we've spent and ate
There maybe some dramas and fights we create
But our bonds are as strong as an invincible gate
Farewell is just another hardest words to bade
While sorry is never the hardest words to said
Job interviews, we're counting down the date
Graduation is just a words of love and hate
Let us keep in touch, it is never too late
Our friendships will last until Heaven and Hades...