Listen to the school drum

In the morning I hear the school drum.

White shirts fluttering on the village road.

Suddenly my heart remembers

The time when I was passionate about teaching in class.

Remember the early mornings

The pink sunshine spread like silk across the river.

Happy walking through the fields

The old bicycle floated like flying.

The sky is white with clouds

The children in the school yard are like flocks of young birds.

The drums beat loudly to urge the class into action.

Blue eyes lift our souls.

Love how soft your fingers are

Green hair between the two desk chairs.

Clear gentle eyes

Let us send our love.

Twenty years away from school

The friendship still lingers in my heart.

Still lingering on the red phoenix wings

The music still vibrates through the schoolyard…