I walk through the alleys and groves
My unforgettable years.
My thought only roves and roves
Across heavy blinding tears.
I feel as a light is dimming
And walls are breathing to me.
The yard of a campus-living
Turned out the lonely sea.
Floating on memories’ ship
I notice the oldest windows
And opened I came to see
The greatest and tragic heroes.
With old and battered cover
The Macbeth has never slept.
The waves brought him to lover
The lover has darkness kept.
The books were antique and gold
With gleams disappearing fast
The young university’s world
Flies around the past…
The teacher’s memorial soul
Brings back to historic love.
I’m trying to fill in my hole
Three meters the sky above.
My faithful and broken heart
Cannot believes the Ghost.
My Teacher is still alive
But I’m towards lost.
I'm drowning into the sea
Of unforgettable years.
I feel my Teacher is here
Coming to me upstairs…