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