To my school where I spent ten years of my life.
To my school where I learnt ways of my whole life.
Growing up in my school,I always thought that was the dream world.
Then one day I went back to visit my school after ten years in the real world.
There was a barren lot with no remains of a school.
There was not even a tomb stone of remains of a school.
I miss my school,my teachers,my colleagues.
I miss the smell,the wind,the wit of my school.
I have ten drops of tears in my eyes for each of my school years.
I wish I had ten grands in my hands to save building of my school years.