The day I leave my school
It would be a big day in my life,
The day I would leave my school,
The happiness of feeling the ground
When you stand on your own feet.
The despise of leaving the old new friends,
The cult we all formed together,
The joyrides that we took,
The times we pushed each other off the cliff,
The times we saved each other from the swampy brooks.
The sweet and sour memories we formed
In the old and young bricked blocks,
Yeah, I will miss all these things
And at the same time lock them in my memories,
Things that gave me thrill when was young,
The old leaves which worth more than gold.
Yeah, I know the roads would not be easy,
They never had ever before,
Yeah, I will fall and I will rise
But no matter what,
I will still look into my memories box,
Take out the delicate withering leaves,
Holding on to the still good parts
I will smile and