It was a quiet night
Studying alone in the library
My reminder of middle-school life
My most precious memory still stays there
My nice teachers
My dear friends
My familiar environment
The sound of group reading at 7:00 AM
An echo in the ear
The sound of trampling feet after class
An echo in the ear
Given tests one by one every night
Memory reveals itself from the brain
That time was hard
Unexpectedly happy
Your presence along side of me
With coming age
These years melt away
With a fuzzy memory
These years remain clear
We go to different places
For different dreams
We rush continuously
For different lives
Perhaps
Our teachers are teaching new mentees
Perhaps
Our old teaching building has been replaced
However
Our memory still stays in the past
However
Our heart is still young