When the sun is up
my spirit drop
like a floating leaf
from an oak tree's rack

With my eyes turning
I begin to laugh
In an indescribable high
i dream on your lap

Like a marathon,
With a thousand lap
crawling, and crawling
there is no way to stop

I see my prof's face
grinning, holding a laugh
A punch on the face
I think is enough

The rooster's concert
is my body's clock
curse this test
I must take a nap

Burning the midnight oil
With my spirit engulf
I wish this is over
A student's demise