They are all having a drink,
   With their new group of friends,
                               They are all forming a sea of thoughts,
              Bonding, Cheering, and Talking,

           Time after Time,
                 Their roots grew stronger,
                        and ours grew apart,
                              and time after time we'll part,

They laugh and swim,
Sway and Feel the warmth of their throat,      
They drive themselves,              
Away from the road of what I hoped,                  

But as a Friend,          
Be happy of what they choose,                    
Be happy of where they be,                                  
Be happy of what it shall become;