Dedicated to the previous six-year class

Unconsciously,

It’s been a long time,

Country hour of us,

In the present view,

Always feel so far away,

You guys today,

What kind of life do you have?

Happy, still sad?

We have separated,

For two full years,

Once in six years,

Once classmates,

Where is it now?

At the beginning of our separation,

How many disappointments,

when,

Can meet again,

Still the classroom, those people.

Country hour of us,

Have spent the time together,

Our unique childhood,

You guys today,

Is the innocence of the year still the same?

After two years without knowing it,

Now we grow up one by one,

No longer the previous ones,

A ignorant little boy,

We have all grown up,

They are also sensible.

At the time, we,

Still too small and too small,

I don’t know what to separate,

At the time, we,

I always thought that graduation was nowhere in sight.

But in a blink of an eye,

We have gone all the way.

Once classmates,

Once memories,

You guys today,

Are you ok?

when,

Can you meet again?

Third day: coagulation bell