The class go on, then a quarter, then an hour,
and still continue that I felt so sad.
But outside the window, I saw the blossom of flower,
then I cannot concentrate on what teachers just said.
Suddenly, unconsciously, the bell rang at hall,
I followed other classmates back to my seat,
but my heart falls from heaven to hell,
and I wanna have an endless rest.
Like a man who locked in the prison,
or in a dark room, it seems to be,
nothing interesting, nothing attractive, no-thing arouse my passion,
the bird freely fly in sky is what I yearned to be.
But as many knowledge that teachers show,
there are more that I must learn and know.
