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Blackboard sky
A rainbow-like parabola
and a few letters
Passed A hand filled with astronomy and geography
on the blackboard
cleverly forms a blueprint
eyes that shine like stars
Looking for light from the sky of the blackboard
The petal-like smile from above the desk
Layer by layer, layer by layer
Flock to the pulpit; that ingenious gardener's hand
transfers the pollen of knowledge
to a pair of hungry eyes
These happy souls
Just like flowers brewing fruits
Bringing new thoughts
Brewing the sun of thoughts
Happiness on the old desk
Remember how we were little back then
On the same table, ideals blossomed
You said your wish was to see the sea
I said I hope there will be sunny days
Chorn braid, lace skirt
Simple and beautiful head raised
On the old desk
p>Now, friendship will last forever
We were so young back then
We knew what separation meant
We were so stupid back then
Ask what eternity is
Those young and youthful faces
all disappear with the wind
But I always remember< /p>
On a desk
The happy smiles of you and me