The word I hate the most in the world is good-bye but it is inevitable to say it in some occasions. Many of my dear Japanese classmates will go back home individually within this month. We had a reunion/farewell party at 35 Murray road for them and it was really joyful to meet them again before they leave. It's reluctant to see them go, though, I believe we will meet with each other someday, somewhere.
Please take my bless with you and wish you all will be fine.