It's always wonderful to meet our classmates again, some decades after we've said goodbye at the graduation hall.
This reactivates our sweet and bitter memories, of the good old days when we were chasing each other in the school hall.
We promptly recognize each other without any difficulties, although our mirror reflections have unrecognizably changed after all.
We laugh at each other, on our Michelin bellies and bold head scattered with silvery straw.
All of us know that our lives aren't infinite, but none of us have any doubt on the eternity of our friendship at all.
Dr S.L. Tsui 12 July 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
meeting with your past classmate is real a funny moment