Teng...Teng... Teng Poem by frozen sun

The bell sound...
people wear white
some bring fruits
some bring flowers
somewhere...
a young girl
have to go
she is young fresh
with her bang
black and long hair
she is nice
she should become a leader
of some school activities
but her gone
none here
none there
she lives next to me
wait for her friend
who promise her to stay
and guide her
because she always help him
love was hidden by her

(a girl talk to me and i talk to her... she said she will stay and help me if a boy she knew hurt me)