The Sun of Melancholy

Then I was in a train at sunrise. And some of my friends (because it's after we had separated) and I saw the sun sending out its cheering ray through the window, as if the sun also said "Wish your best luck!" and set us in the memorial days again. So, I dared to call the day's sun with this special name: This is The Sun of Melancholy.

Yesterday was the day for my graduation, so my campus life actually ended. At the ceremony, my teacher complimented all of the department's students on their graduation. Two words for what we call the day, "Graduation" and "Commencement", as my teacher said. What I commence will, from now on, be nothing else than studying for my future, studying abroad, since I had no job-application, no interview, and job-hunting during campus days. I took photoes with my department friends and teachers so that someday I can recall this day and memories.

Shortly later, I went to E-CUBE that is an institution for students to speak to staffs from abroad in English because I had promised to take a phote with my E-CUBE friends and my girl (actually, she is junior now). E-CUBE was my favorite place, so I felt a little more relaxed while taking photoes and I in the photo looks a little more candid than taking photoes with my teachers. (laughing....)

Then in Umeda, I joined the party that I can't well explain. This party was a thank-you party given by us graduates for our teachers, you see? Unfortunately, my teacher declined with thanks because he was sick and tired. All his students seemed to miss him, and I missed certainly. I want to throw even one word at him more than I did, and I want to listen to. However, this party was so impressive and emotional that I almost cried. The number of my words to my friends and teachers might not be enough but I now am full of realization and delights that I was there and shared time with them. Yes, I am so happy to be there. What they said and showed me, including the words from my teacher at the ceremony, will remain deeply in my mind.

We, then (some of students had gone after the end), drifted around Umeda. At last, we had an after-party at the bar, izakaya, where one of my friends used to work. When four guys left at the party ending, almost all of the members said "Good-Bye" with crying. Seeing them shedding thank-you tears, I found out again how nice they are. And I decided this, I am sure to write this story someday. Ahh, one of the mates was dead (means overdrunk) because of the pain of parting. Overdrunk, there must be one or two guys in fabulous parties, you don't think so?

We went from the bar to Karaoke. It's the Downs and Ups Karaoke party. At beginning, some fell asleep, then in halfway, almost were in Total Rem. At last, everyone was awake and messed around. Usually in reverse, isn't it? (laughing)

The sun that we saw from the train symbolized and implied how good our indivisual campus life was. And its rays were so sweet and comfortable that we tought back the days.