Days after high school are like an empty space.
You see your friends leaving and it seems like you stayed behind.
Everyone feels it, everyone knows it, but no one will admit it.
Life are not High School Musical and we are not living in a movie.
So why do I feel like something is missing?
Maybe I still expect to live in a dream.
Maybe I still believe my life could be like a Hollywood script.
Who knows.
I guess I just need to wait and see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem