Its the time of primary school end,
time to say goodbye to friends.
We've known them since they were kids,
even before we could fluently read.
So many laughters shared amongst us all,
running in those familiar halls.
Since we would fall down and cry,
falling after many tries.
The first time we shoot and scored,
swinging on the swing, back and forth.
When crushes just started to begin,
believing when we tried, we could win.
All those memories filled my head,
since we were young my friend.
Now we're grasduating so far so great,
time to go, never late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem