Shall I forget the day when you’ve been first seen?
Should all my joy be hidden in deep?
Let the sweat drip along our young spines,
And summer's sunlight stay on our skin.
Sometimes too tough the training may seem,
But joy follows the march we make.
Though discipline annoys from day to day,
Real freedom is established in that way.
Memories with you shall never fade,
Nor the teachers who gave their wisdoms,
Nor the effort in learning we pay.
When leaving you for a new start in life,
Surely we were confused by what’s wrong and right,
So long in the uniform, and the justice in our mind,
So long lives the faith and this promises life in shine.