Days are too fast
Though all of us are patient waiters
But our hearts are steadfast
That's why they call us achievers
Under the sun comes a remarkable appearance
Dazzling with pride of fiery compassion
Stepping on the last stage of remembrance
Decent words are just enough for our coming recognition
After the steepy mountains of adventures
We're ready to take new heights of snowy chapters
Carrying a torch of lore to kindle the next brochures
To ignite new epitomes of sadness and laughter
At last our efforts will soon bear fruit
Associated with a resounding tentenententenen
The clock ticks, pushing us to the moment of truth
Till we wake up next Friday, March 15 hearing tentenententenen! ! !
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