When I was a teenager, I walked this path countless times.
Pursuing that almost forgotten time.
Full of expectation, but uneasy inside.
Can this memory be preserved?
Finally, what you see.
It's not that kind of deep-rooted building anymore.
Alma mater separated for 30 years.
Has become fertile land.
I know, this is the answer I should have known.
It's just that this is not the answer I want.
What I want is that warm and cordial alma mater.
Also, memories that are about to be forgotten.
Even if there is no sound of reading aloud.
Even if there is no classroom that has experienced vicissitudes.
All I ask is a piece of rubble.
Can evoke a memory that will be buried.
Come on, we've all been forgotten by time.
I just hope that what should be forgotten will not forget each other.
Goodbye, my alma mater.
You are still hidden in my heart and will be treasured forever.