“Time’s up,” I yell.

The students scramble, put their pencils down, and let out sighs of either relief, disappointment, or both. I collect their bubble sheets and question sheets and dismiss them. After running through about half them, I let out a huge sigh.

“I’m not fit to be a teacher.”

· · ·

The U. S: The Utilitarian System. A system that makes sure that everyone’s always useful. As long as one serves a purpose in society, they’ll stay alive. Once deemed useless, they're given a new one. As animal fodder. In their death, their bodies serve a purpose their lives could not. Centuries ago, the system gave us a choice: to stay in the system or to desert it forever. Those who chose to stay, continued to dedicate their lives to the system. Those who didn’t, the Wokes, were transported off to the other side of our planet. They didn't go quietly though.

Through the barricades of guards, they'd yell at us. "Sheep!"

"Where is your herder now?!"

Because to them, the ones who stayed were nothing more than complacent farm animals.

Serving a purpose until it was time for the slaughter.

Some came back, years later, begging the system to let them back in. We were skeptical at first on why they would return to such a “tyranny.” But, we still welcomed them back. Our suspicions were proven right though when some of them tried to plant a decrypting virus in our system. Through interrogation, we found out that the Wokes had started a democracy. One

riddled with corruption, struggle, and death. Their so-called “leaders” were convincing everyone that we, the Utils, were brainwashed victims who needed saving. We tried to come up with

compromises. But the Wokes refused to cooperate. So at the last treaty meetings, they murdered all the Utils present there. The deaths of our companions set off a war between us and the

Wokes. I'm not sure how many our productive lives were lost in the process

I was a soldier during the war. A pretty average one at that. But last month, the system said I wasn’t as useful as a soldier anymore and I was given two options: become a trainer full time, and dedicate the rest of my life to ensure the next generation can fulfill their purposes; or be demoted to expendable bait for the war. Both options were terrible. I absolutely despised kids. But even worse, the system reminded me how horribly useless I was becoming. I wanted to leave at least some impact behind, so my choice was fairly obvious.

· · ·

I was initially given 2 children because I was new to the role and being the legal guardian of 4 kids would be too much for anyone on their first try. My first and most memorable kids,

Arjun and Swathi, were an interesting bunch, to say the least. Swathi was a very bright kid, probably the smartest of her generation. But I might have been biased. Arjun had some of the best combat skills for a student. And fortunately for the system, both were widely more useful than me.

· · ·

I first noticed Arjun’s potential during sparring practice. I was busy admiring how flawless his postures were. Not a single movement wasted. And then, the wrong action. He

grabbed the other student's arm and twisted it so far behind his back I could see his fingers from behind his shoulder. The student cried out in pain, conceding defeat, but Arjun would not let go. By the time I realized what he was trying to do, I started to hear the kid’s bones pop. I had to physically throw him off of the poor kid to get him to stop. The other student’s arm was fine but Arjun seemed more distanced.

“What do you have to say?” I asked.

“Nothing. I just did what was asked to do, Duh!” Arjun shot back like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No. You could’ve broken his arm.” I hid it, but I was baffled by his immaturity.

“So?” He scoffed while rolling his eyes. This kid really didn’t understand what could’ve happened.

“You could’ve just ended his life. Breaking his dominant arm the way you were going to could’ve deemed him useless,” I said coldly.

The other kid, finishing processing what could’ve happened, broke down. Swathi rushed to console him and walked him out of the sparring room. I looked back at Arjun and he seemed pretty shaken up himself.

“Have you realized your mistake?”

“...Yes. I didn’t think it could’ve been that serious! I really thought what I did was the right move,” he responded. He sounded genuinely confused.

“I understand that. In a real life situation, what you did was right. But, since we’re just practicing sparring, you shouldn’t really hurt your opponent that bad. But either way, you’re grounded for the rest of this week to reflect,” I said. Maybe I was too direct in what I said. Either way, this should help him learn.

“Ok, do I get to watch people spar at least?” He begged.

“Sure. Oh! And next time onwards, you’ll be sparring me,” I said with a grin. He lit up in excitement.

“Really? You’re on!”

From then on, I always sparred with Arjun. The only reason I could hold my ground was because of my experience. If not for that, I would’ve been knocked out in seconds. He may not have noticed this, but the rest of the teachers sure did. I was often called useless by some trainers. I was definitely the laughing stock of the faculty. But, others gave me advice on how to gain more experience in all fields so that I could help my kids better.

…

Two years in, the system sent all trainers a notice that the kids had to take a test and that anyone who scored below 80% would be penalized. And their trainers. We were supposed to test them on basic math, sparring, and communication skills alongside their desired career goals. I

was pretty confident that my kids would be fine but I made them take a practice test. Arjun passed with 85%. Swathi surprisingly failed with 72%. I called her over and dismissed Arjun.

“Swathi-” I started.

She looked miserable. I reconsidered what I was going to say.

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s ok. Let’s work on this together. You’re the best of your generation for strategy and you’re wonderful math and sparring! You just have to brush up your communication skills and you’ll be set! We have two weeks till the test so we start tomorrow.”

She started tearing up while nodding. She was the smartest kid I had ever seen. The failure must have been devastating for her.

“Swathi, It’s-”

“No. It’s not ok. I can’t believe I let this happen. Maybe I’m just a failure after all,” she choked between sobs.

“Swathi, you can’t let this set you back. It’s ok to fail sometimes. We’ll work on this-”

“WHAT DO YOU KNOW? YOU WERE ALWAYS AVERAGE. JUST BARELY

USEFUL.” She gasped as soon as she realized what she said. She sobbed harder while repeatedly apologizing.

“You’re right. I was a very average student. And I have no idea what the pressure must be for high achieving students. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t had my own struggles. All that matters is that I’ve overcome them to get where I am today. You can’t let these set you back. You have to keep moving forward.” My voice cracked. No, I couldn’t afford to cry in front of her. I gulped and took a deep breath in.

“You’re pretty young so I don’t really expect you to understand this but our society will make sure that you’re useful in the best way that fits you. You don’t have to always be perfect to be useful. You just have to do your best at what you enjoy.” I said to calm her. Maybe it was a way to convince myself it was going to be ok too.

She continued to cry silently for a while. She later stood up, quietly apologized, and then left. I sat back onto my chair and sighed heavily. My hands were trembling and my face started heating up. At this point, I didn’t care much about being penalized. It wouldn’t affect an almost useless person like me much, but it could affect her greatly. A penalty like this could prevent her succession in the system.

“Barely useful, huh?” I laughed at myself pitifully.

I started making personalized worksheets for her to distract myself from self-hatred. I

added every topic I thought she needed to brush up on and then some extras just in case. I needed her to feel better about herself. I tried justifying everything by thinking that my kids’ happiness

and success was mine. But it didn’t help much. I still kept going back to the fact that I was too useless to help my kids.

Then, the system sent me a message:

We see that you’re struggling harder than we predicted. Would you like to stick to this job or switch to our second choice, being a bait?

The thought of being a bait almost seemed better than this. A lot easier in fact. I only signed up for this to please my ego anyway and now that that was out of the way too, I guessed it wasn’t that bad of a choice.

“Teach?”

I turned to look at Swathi standing at the door. I was not ready for this.

“Swathi, uh, how can I help you?” I said while desperately trying to mask my distress.

“I… didn’t mean to say what I said back then. I’m sorry about that. But, to make it up to you, I will work hard to pass the actual test with flying colors. I will not stop here. Thank you for making me understand that I don’t always have to be perfect. I will work hard to make sure that I become a student you are proud of now and in the future. Just watch me,” she said with a smile

and then left.

I laughed and started tearing up. These kids really are something huh. I guess this is what it feels to see your kids grow. Wanting to see my kids succeed, I chose to remain a teacher.

Over the next 2 weeks, the two of us worked hard, took many practice tests, and tracked her improvement. On the day of the test, I asked her to take in a deep breath and assured her that she would be fine. And that even if she didn’t do well, we would work together to do better on the makeup test. Two weeks later Swathi came running up to me and shoved her test in my face.

“93%! Amazing!”

“Yeah. Thank you for pushing and believing in me,” “Of course! I always knew you had it in you,”

She smiled, thanked me again and left. I sat back on my chair, giggled, and did a little dance to celebrate.

…

About 4 years later, we had to assign kids into their desired departments. Swathi and

Arjun joined the military as a strategist and soldier respectively. After graduation they both came up to me.

“You two? Did you need something?” “Not really uh…,” Swathi started

“We want to write to you about our days in the war,” Arjun continued. “Oh, of course! I look forward to it!”

It has been a while since then. I got many letters from him telling about his achievements and Swathi’s intelligent tactics. By tricking the enemy into attacking themselves multiple times, Swathi had caused them to go into utter chaos. Seeing this as an opening, Arjun swooped in with his troop to take down the remaining fighters, forced them to surrender, and led to the end of a 15 year old gruesome war. Swathi then offered them a plea deal: The Wokes stay away from the system but keep the Utils up to date about their activities. If they were to attack again, they

would be forced back into the system. They begrudgingly took the deal and swore to stick to it. Swathi and Arjun returned from the war as heroes who inspired the younger generation across the system

We had our 10 year graduation anniversary soon after. All of us came together and they surprisingly got me a gift. The letter on it said “To our hero.”

“I’m not a hero guys. You guys are! Both of you together helped us win the war! A hardly useful soul like me isn’t a hero.”

“No!” Swathi yelled. I think it reminded her of her past lash out.

“You are the one who made us into the people we are. The public may not see you as a hero but we do. You’re a hero to us,” Arjun chimed in.

“Hah. You kids really- God, I hate kids,” I said while tearing up.

The queen falls to a pawn.

Do you not see the havoc?

In the middle of the field,

As we are frozen.

The queen is gone.

Lying in a wooden box.

The enemy won't yield.

We had nearly won.

My queen is not mourned.

We celebrate her now

Her service, her voice lives on

And she tells us not to yield.

Not until the war is won.

I used to know what you loved

What made you cry

And what made you laugh

But life has brought us separate ways And we don’t talk anymore

I miss you

You used to wave to me in the hall

And smile

I would smile back

But then we’d walk past each other

It was such a brief moment

So I would start to forget

What it felt like to be around you

To laugh with you

And to cry

I miss it

And now you don’t even wave to me in the hall But I don’t hate you

I just don’t know you anymore

A grin splits my face as I enter the city, spindly fingers swatting away my hood. I can’t help being struck by how ​different​ things are. The colors are so much brighter than the suffocating greys of my prison cell; the smiles are so much more inviting.

The thick scent of warm spices floods my head, sharpening my mind until everything around me is twice as vivid. Vendors line the streets, their calls deafening and beautiful all at once. Each of their lilting accents tells a story I wish I could stop to hear. They sell everything from metal chimes that sing with each breeze to soft strips of leather fresh from the tanneries. I indulge myself in a cheap mug of spiced tea, and sweet fire rushes through my veins, warming my skin with each sip. The city is a living,breathing entity, more so than any forest or sea.

Eventually, I see them on the horizon. I knew I would. The sea of people splits around a pair of guards clad in stiff leather, and when their eyes lock on mine, I know today’s little adventure is over.

Even in all my frustration, I’m struck by their elegance — by their unyielding expressions and glittering eyes. They are made with threads of silken glory while I am built of little more than unreliable impulses and false hopes.

Let them take you​, I coach myself, yet my hands still tremble. ​You’re not ready to escape permanently. Not yet. Don’t risk it. ​I allow them to drag me away, but the only thing that keeps me from struggling is the promise blossoming in my heart. ​I’ll come back.

This has been my sample, but I ​will ​return for my due feast.

What happens if

You’ve gone so far

You can’t see the people

That make you who you are?

You’ve been on the road for hours now

Waiting for the time when you can go home

In your head there’s a story

In a fantasy world you roam

And you see people

Friendly faces of whom you’ve left behind

Mingling and conversing

All together in your mind

But you’re on your own

Making a new path

You’ve been on your own in the past

But you’ve never felt the aftermath

It’s a beautiful evening on the road

A twinkling sky, with beautiful lights

A tear slides down your face

As you remember those gorgeous nights

Spent time with them

Never too busy to call

Now you’re on your own

With so much work, you can’t breathe at all

And you wonder

If they still remember you

If they think about you like you think about them

But why should they, when all you did was fly the coop?

You left, and made a new name for yourself

You aren’t putting other people first

You were selfish, and you still are

It’s no wonder that work is the only thing you nurse

You reach home

A dark unwelcoming place

With shuddered windows and creaking doors

And shadows that creep across your face

It’s empty, of course

No company but the company that you work for

As you settle down to finish your papers

Memories haunt you, reminding you, of what it was like before

A distant siren wails as I stroll down the dim streets, taking in the emotion of the night. To my left, a woman struts down the sidewalk in an elegant, glistening gown with her male accompaniment, dressed in a sharp black business suit. To my right? A homeless man. Just trying his best to eat, and have a roof over his head.

The towering buildings seem to carve out the dark clouds. I nearly choke as the crisp, autumn air mixed with heavy exhaust makes its way through my nose and down my dry throat. My mouth fills with the taste of blood as my stomach churns and swells like the waves in the ocean. Hurried feet shuffle past me in all directions. Each with their own purpose and story. I fix my gaze downwards to my shoes, but they remain side by side, frozen.

How is it that I'm surrounded by a bustle of busy people, yet the paralyzing emptiness gains control of my conscience once again? Am I invisible to you? At these moments I feel I could disappear without any trace at all. Oh to be the breeze, traveling freely ‘round every corner. Gone would be the days of burdened feelings, so lonely even in a crowd.

My stomach is still a sweater of knots, my mind simply scrambled. I feel my clammy hands shake inunison with the auburn leaves, just barely gripping to the branches of the slim city trees. My body feels practically paralyzed as I stand here, fantasizing about the breeze. I finally collect and continue on my way down the street. But nevertheless, I remain continuously and endlessly flooded with the unbearable feeling that I will never truly be seen by anyone, but the breeze.

painted across a thousand sunsets

at the cusp of night

bathed with sadness

in its sapphic shades

but monks are not girls

with their shaved heads—

i knew a girl once

piercings and an undercut

and eyes the color of

chipped pottery and cherrywood

she smiles and suddenly

morning seeps inside my soul

in all its fiery glory

i snap to my senses

crying lotus flowers

along the scarlet mud

The wind howled as Quinn aimlessly wandered through the forest. His path was illuminated by the faint moonlight coming from above. Quinn continued on in silence as the hours passed. Eventually, he came across a clearing and sat down to rest. As he sat down, a dark mass appeared before him. It quickly grew in size until it towered over him. It glared at him with a single glowing eye as it approached. Quinn snatched up his sword and quickly slashed at the figure. The darkness parted where he had struck, but just as quickly returned. Horror filled Quinn as he snatched up his things and fled. However, before he could get far, he felt his strength leaving him, and collapsed, unable to continue resisting. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the ominous figure advancing upon him.

When Quinn woke up, he was in an unfamiliar place. Looking around, he saw that he was in a small cabin in the woods. A stranger sat on a chair in front of him, watching over him. As Quinn sat up, the stranger said, “Good, you’re awake. How do you feel?”

“Not very good. Who are you?” asked Quinn.

“I am a warrior and an adventurer like you,” said the stranger. “Do you recall anything about what happened?”

“I was attacked by a dark figure. When I tried to escape, I collapsed and blacked out,“ Quinn recounted.

The warrior’s face darkened. “It’s as I thought. You were attacked by Judgement.”

“Who?” inquired Quinn.

“Judgement. He’s a malevolent entity formed from darkness who wishes to take over the world. He attempts to kill those strong enough to rise up against him by infecting them with a mysterious illness and plaguing them with visions. That’s what you saw, and the reason why you collapsed. Soon, you will weaken and die from the effects of the disease. Others, he corrupts into becoming his servants.”

“Is there any cure for this disease?” asked Quinn.

“As far as I know, no cure exists for it,” said the warrior. “However, there is a possibility that its progress will be stopped if you defeat Judgement.”

“How will I defeat him?” Quinn inquired.

The warrior explained, “Long ago, he was sealed in a location deep underground. To fight him, you must first undo the seal by defeating his three strongest servants. In my research, I was able to find the location where he was sealed, and the locations of his servants.“ He pointed to a map on the table near him. “On this map, I’ve marked all of their locations.”

Quinn quickly looked over the map. “I see,” he said. “Thank you for telling me all this.” As he made to leave, he asked one last question. “How do you know all of this? Did the same thing happen to you?”

The warrior’s face fell. “Yes,” he replied. “The same thing happened to me not long ago, and I too was infected. The disease killed my family, and soon, I will also die.”

For a moment, Quinn was at a loss for words. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he said.

The warrior waved him off. “Don’t be. Go now, before it’s too late.”

The first servant was located deep in the forest. After days of travel, Quinn eventually reached the location marked on the map. There, he was met with a massive stronghold. Four guards stood waiting at the entrance. However, they were easily dealt with. As he entered the stronghold, he was struck by the sheer scale of the place. Quinn continued exploring the stronghold. He encountered more guards, but they too were easily dispatched. After hours of searching the maze-like halls, he reached the central room of the stronghold. Upon entering, he was met with the first servant. The hulking figure towered over Quinn, making him feel small and insignificant. Quinn drew his sword, and the warrior did the same. The warrior was the first to strike. He charged at Quinn with unnatural speed and struck at him with such force that his blow cracked the stone floor. At the last moment, Quinn sidestepped the blow, and countered with a slash to his side, drawing blood. However, this only seemed to enrage the warrior. The fight continued to drag on. Eventually, the warrior faltered. Quinn used this opportunity to strike a killing blow, defeating him. As the warrior lay slain, Quinn saw the same vision again. This time, it appeared larger and darker than it had before. Again, Quinn felt his strength leaving him, but before he blacked out, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. When he awoke, the room was empty, with the warrior’s body gone. As he left, the guards were conspicuously missing. After making his way back to the entrance, he left and set off to his next destination.

The second servant was located high up in the mountains. At the peak marked on the map, Quinn found the temple where the second servant resided. He entered the temple. Again, he was struck by the temple’s size and scale. The walls of the temple were lined with arcane runes which emitted a dim glow. As Quinn explored the temple, he was besieged by the acolytes of the temple, but they were quickly defeated. After some exploration, he approached the central hall of the temple. Here, the runes lining the wall glowed much brighter than before. As he entered the room, flames covered the doorway behind him. Before him sat the second servant, who was the high priest of the temple. The edges of the room were lined with the temple’s acolytes, silently watching the spectacle. Quinn drew his sword. In response, the priest stood from his seat and raised his staff. Quinn had barely enough time to dive away before flames erupted from beneath his feet. Quinn charged at the priest, but before he could reach him, the priest disappeared before his eyes. The priest reappeared in the corner and attacked again. As the fight continued, Quinn noticed the priest’s movements slowing down as he tired. Again, he charged at the priest, and before the priest could escape, Quinn struck the priest, defeating him. Again, Quinn saw the same vision, and again, it appeared even larger and darker than before. Again, he felt his strength leaving him, and he also felt the same pain as before, but this time, it was more intense. He blacked out again. When he came to, both the priest and the acolytes were gone. As Quinn left the temple, he saw that the runes lining the walls no longer glowed. After returning to the entrance, he left and continued to the final servant.

The third servant was located in the distant wastelands. As he made his way through the wastelands, the bitterly cold wind tore at his exposed skin, making him shiver. As he drew closer to the location of the third servant, Quinn saw more and more corpses and skeletons littered on the ground. When he reached the marked location, he came across the final servant. Quinn saw that it was a massive wolf-like beast. As Quinn approached, the beast let out a savage roar and charged at him. Quinn dodged out of the way and slashed at its side as it passed. The battle continued in this fashion until finally, the beast fell. Again, he saw the vision. This time, it was larger and darker than it had ever appeared ever before. Again, he felt the same pain, and began coughing violently, and when he looked down, there was a splatter of blood beneath him. Again, he lost consciousness and blacked out. When he woke up again, the beast had disappeared, and the freezing wind had stopped.

At last, Quinn had defeated all the servants. Now, all that was left was to return and defeat Judgement. As he returned, he felt more hopeful than ever before. He was now nearing the completion of his journey. Before confronting Judgement, he decided to return, and visit the warrior again. However, a shocking sight awaited him. Upon returning to the cabin, he saw the warrior dead on the floor. He had succumbed to the illness. Although he had not known the warrior for long, Quinn was saddened by his passing. When he left to confront Judgement, Quinn had a renewed sense of determination.

After traveling for some time, Quinn reached the location where Judgement was sealed. There, he found a cave leading downwards. At the end, he found a door. As he approached, it glowed briefly, and opened, giving way to a staircase. Quinn continued down to the end of the staircase. At the bottom, he came across a large cavern. Upon entering the cavern, Judgment appeared before him, larger and darker than in any of his previous visions. He glared at Quinn, with his glowing eye, enraged. Quinn attempted to slash at the darkness, but to no avail. In retaliation, Judgement attempted to strike at him. Quinn was barely able to dodge in time. He continued to try and slash at the darkness, but none of his attacks had any effect. Seeing that none of his attacks had any effect, Quinn came to the conclusion that he would have to attack its eye. When he saw an opportunity, he leapt at Judgement’s head, and drove his sword deep into the glowing eye. The darkness recoiled, throwing Quinn away. As he watched, the light coming from the eye flickered and disappeared. The next thing Quinn knew, the darkness had disappeared, and the cavern was crumbling around him. He snatched up his sword and fled back the way he came, and scrambled back up the stairs. However, just as he reached the entrance, he felt the same pain as before, and began coughing again. The disease hadn’t been cured. As his condition worsened, Quinn staggered out and sat down outside the cave. Soon, he blacked out for the last time, never to wake up again.

She walks into a golden forest

Red hood, woven wooden basket

It’s almost evening; the birds chirp happily

The fall breeze combs through her hair

and wafts away the scent of bread and soup

She skips along the well-worn path

Her basket swinging on her arm

while reddish-gold leaves crunch underneath

And she thinks of her grandma, bedridden

Awaiting her in her cottage

She notices a patch of tiny poppies

blooming just off the side of the path

She crouches, pausing to pick a handful

for her grandma’s glass vase

Red flowers were always her favorite

She tucks the delicate flowers away

and emerges into a grassy clearing

The sun is setting, turning the sky crimson

She stops to pull a lantern from her basket

Lights it quickly; she has to hurry

She sets off into the woods once more

Lantern on one arm, basket on the other

The orange-red flame flickers in the wind

that whips through her cloak

loosening strands of hair from her hood

She slows as the path narrows

Trees reach out with their spindly hands

While picking her way through the branches

a prickly bramble drags across her arm

Gleaming red wells in the moonlight

She stops as the night air stiffens

A chilling howl cuts through the silence

She startles; poppies fall from her basket

and drift down to land softly onto the dirt

scarlet petals already wilting

She holds her breath, waiting

Inching towards the trees lining the path

Twigs snap underneath her boots

Maroon drips from sharpened fangs

wicked eyes glowing within the darkness

She runs through the darkened forest

Cloak flapping, half-open basket swinging

A red apple falls, bruises on the path

She bursts out into open sky, dotted with stars

The golden glow of the cottage beckons

her bright green hair tells me to go and suddenly

i am wearing white laughing smiling with her and

she stares back confused but now we

are holding hands loving crying knowing each other

i turn away after three (and a half) seconds

but if there is a world with more of her in it

as she is the divine goddess watching over all

why can i not speak in capital letters

anymore? because i do not know of anything

else of emphasis in this world except her

i recount her in reverie as she used to be Mine

The sun is glistening off the pool

A few floaties in sight

My teeth are showing

Everybody’s in there playing

It’s time for me

To have fun at this pool party-ay-ay-ay

Swimming up and down the lanes

Glide through the water so nicely

All my friends

I see them splash around with water

We are all

Having fun right here today-ay-ay-ay

Senior Gray cloud

Please tell us why

You had to change the weather forecast

Forecast…

How can this go on?

It’s in the air

The now moist air

It could be coming any second now

Second now…

This just can’t go on

My friend sees a shining ray

We all put on our smiling face

Celebration

We can get back to playing

Because today

Senior gray cloud went away-ay-ay-ay

Young Mr. Sun

Please inform us now

Of why you couldn’t stay any longer

Longer…

What can we do now

Goodbye Young Mr. Sun

We will never forget you

All around

It’s bright with you

Everybody swims with you

See you again Young Mr. Sun

It was fun being with you

I suppose it’s time

I’ll see it through

It’s finally time to leave the pool

Senior gray cloud

Gray cloud

Senior gray-y

Riding home

I see it then

A little patch of light

A draining sunset

I still see it falling over

Never mind

I won’t ever forget this

I won’t ever forget this day

Young Mr. Sun

It’s finally done

You had to go and end our day

Our day...

We did not have long

Once again Young Mr. Sun

It was nice seeing you

All around

Was love for you

Everybody is thinking of you