Brother's poem

Goodbye, my Xiao Mu table,

I will remember the afternoon when I wrote on it.

Goodbye, children,

I will remember to play with you.

Goodbye, dear brother and sister,

I will remember the tenderness when you touched my head.

Goodbye, who I used to be,

I also want to grow up quickly and not be young.

Original. Deliberately written to be easy to understand, in order to cater to the age group.