School year ends on the last month of March,
Classmates will become strangers to all of us,
Paperworks and tests are finally done,
This is the moment I've been waiting for, to treat you as my Summer Love

We hide behind our textbooks,
Stealing kisses behind the comfort rooms,
Holding hands under the desk is my favourite part,
It's like an assurance to me that you are only mine,

To love each other for them is a crime,
That's why April to June are my favourite months,
Because this is the months that we don't need to hide,
For you are no longer my teacher, outside the camp.