Memories of School.
A friendship that end, as we left our school
A beautiful memories are now nothing, but just a tool.
Earlier practicing dance and teasing other were so cool...
I miss those memories of my school
It becomes part of our life.
Which we now discuss with our new friends some with their wife.
It stay in our skin.
Our funs with our teachers, play with paper plans and thumb pins.
Showing off our own skills
Some dancing, singing and some with leadership wills.
Long hair punishment is on the way.
"Books incomplete! now you have to pay."
Still remember the morning pray.
Girls in traditional day
"Look boss I finally got my bae."
Not just knowledge, we got into a group of fools
I really want to reverse the time and go back to school.