Brewing fruit teas in elegant English teapots,
Pies and cakes neatly sliced and slapped on dessert plates,
For an hour or two,
Life is at ease.

Counting back at the old times, the significant montages of our childhood,
The connection, like a wall built around the involved is surely unbeatable,
Only thickening through time.
What's echoing within the strong bounds of the growing friendship would be the pleasures of listening to the queer perspectives and making mutual agreements as we reminisce that of the past.

While I know I'm not completely satisfied with the true state of our bonds yet,

Friendship forever.

I can't help but linger on about the past.