At last we come to the end of school..
Few years ago...

A single flower he sent me,
since we metall tenderly his messenger he chose...

Many times i feel
that someone's behind...

A life where truly no one would come
A life where soul were taken...

Teacher,
thank you for all the things...

Burnt wings an angel has
for it\'s sin throughout heaven...

Life is confusing,
life is strange...

Lilies are white,
Rosemary's green...

Never knows what will happen
If we don't have friends...