Get me out of this place
I can't stand it anymore
Why would I have to feel this way?
I want to run away

He murmurs something
In the corner
His head is looking down
I can see a teardrop falls to the floor

What does he want?
Why does he cry?
What did we do?
What's our fault?

He is a teacher
His only passion is teaching
His intention is to help the generations after him to succeed
He does not care about money
He always told us that he isn't a businessman and doesn't interested to become one

Standing there for hours
Being a clown
Being a professor
Being a good friend
Just to make us truly understand

But why must every good thing have an end?
We are forced to separate now
Time is just jealous of us
I know that this is our last day of meeting each other
Laughing together

Years gone by
You have to let go of your passion
I know it's difficult
But you have to stop now
Take a rest

You're my favourite teacher
You never skipped a day
Even if you're ill
And still walking into our classroom steadily
Hides away the pains, teaching us

Thank you, sir
You make me appreciate knowledge so much
You make me love knowledge so much
You make me love you so much