Graduation Feeling ( with Wildwood flower)

Just had a rest. Today it's the graduation ceremony day. The hallway and court yard are crowed with graduating students and their parents. Most of them are happily chatting. But when I passed by, I saw sadness in a pretty face. Hehe, mixed feeling for graduation. I remember twelve years when I graduated, I was mostly happily since I was going to a graduate school and would leave my undergraduate school. It's not that my school was not good but I was just put in a wrong major. 

When I went back to my hometown, I dialed the number of a classmate. It's the first time and the only time I talked with her on the phone. We chatted for more than two hours and found that we shared so much common feelings. But I was late one year before the graduation. I started to like her when we were in our Christmas party. We had a short play and she acted as my girlfriend. It was at a moment when she turned her face and smiled at me that I suddenly liked her  She was the number one student in our class and usually very serious. But in that moment when she relaxed and smiled, she was so lovely. I can still remember her naughty charming smile in her yelllow jacket. But I lacked confidence even though I sensed that she liked me.  In one winter night, I summed up the courage to invite her out and we walked around the campus. She told me that she knew somebody like her but she would refuse. I thought it's me, so I dared not tell her. So nothing happened. It's until I heard that she had a boyfriend. I went to the female student's building and asked her. She verified it. Hehe. It's just too late. I hoped that I had that courage before. So, no love in my undergraduate school and even in my graduate years. Only her sweet smile is still on my mind. 

 Miss the day when we were young and pure. How many tweleve years of youth do we have?

I cann't help hymning this wildwood flower. It seems that it fits in the mood quite well. 
         
             Wildwood flower
              Lyrics: A.P.Carter
             Music: A.P.Carter

I will twine with my mingles and waving black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the myrtle so bright with it's emerald dew
The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue

I will dance, I will sing and my life shall be gay
I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway
When I woke from my dreaming, my idols was clay
All portions of loving had all flown away

But he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
My poor heart is wondering no misery can tell
He left with no warning, no word of farewell

Well you told me you love me and called me your flower
That was blooming to cheer you through life's dreary hour
I long to see him and regret this dark hour
He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower