The smell of the hall, the graffiti on the desks,
the days past will become sparking memories
This bright spring day makes me want to cry
This won't ever end, because
the next season is coming up

Once I open the door in front of my eyes
I'll be on to the next stage, opening new things
But I just want to be like this a little longer
I'll take a quiet, deep breath
so that I don't forget these feelings

- last forever by buono!