two years ago things were perfect.
all round the table i see faces,
trying their bests to stay awake.
to smile for the others.
a year ago we had less people.
two of them sitting at another place, together.
no longer trying to smile for the others.
right now this year, i'm alone at the table.
Not a single person around the table.
no longer a person to try to smile for the others.
i miss you, past.