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Are you sprouting seeds

But why does my heart flutter and not calm down

Call you teacher with all our trust and love…

Can I be more obedient and not playful

Dust falls on the thin figure

Falling down, making the teacher's hair grayer

Falling in the sun, wind, and mist

The moments of that day seem to come back

The oars are white chalks

The old school, the phoenix wings of the past, has

The seeds of the teacher have sprouted so much

The seeds that you nurture all year round

The students have left, but you remain

The teacher came to me with a gentle look

This innocent childhood is endless

When I threw the board across the ground

Who doesn't remember enjoying the punishment

I kept telling myself that it was chalk dust

I still love those 10s

Let us fold our arms and bow our heads again

Love the teacher who scolds and punishes me to study and play

Missing you, my teachers, missing you… to the point of being lost

Now you are far away, my dear

On the arduous road, it becomes fragile

On the old school roof, the tiles are faded

Teacher here, school here, tears keep flowing…

Time, please stop and don't pass by

The board, like us, also has a “soul”…

The chalk dust covers the hair like clouds