Crammed on the whiteboard Are graffiti and free wishes Even if the after school chime echoes in the setting sun Don’t desert the power to dream I need
Let’s sing With a louder, louder, louder voice Carry hope on your lips Work out now Every time when you do so Our pieces turn into light
I don’t need memories Because I firmly and deeply love you now Getting immersed in my memories is a sweet, adult-like luxury Yet I want to hold back from it for a little while