Memory Of The Last Game Poem by ryuu age

we play hard to achieve greatness,
sweat dropping,
bruises filling,
pain in every part of our body.
we laugh together with the junior for their clumsiness,
we now notice that they are our next generation,
this is the last game we'll play,
before school bell ring and that's our last day,
although we train hard,
we lose to the champion,
tears dropping without stopping,
we sang our song and took our team photo for the last time.
junior cry when we say goodbye,
a lot of memories here in our school life,
we walked to the gate,
and took a step ahead,
we finally leave
the memory of the last game.