the final day of November
presents me the worst news of the year
a part of my life is in threat of being taken away from me
for 5 years of accompaniment
how can I say goodbye without a single expression of gloom
as I stare into their faces
comes a sudden cry
like a resonance to what I'm feeling at the particular time
the thought that I may never hear those voices again
broke me for an instance
I wanted to talk to someone about this yet I'd hate for anyone to see my state at that moment
there's 12 days left till the so called deadline
I'd rather move than to part
even if it means to live by myself