My primary-school colleague,

You're with me and along with me,

The alphabet stick is above our heads,

You're my spite and my woe,

Our names have been carved,

On the body of this blackboard,

The hit of the stick of injustice and tyranny,

Has remained on our body,

All the grass of the plain of our not being cultural,

Is weedy,

Its people's hearts are dead,

If it's good,it'll be good,

If it's bad,it'll be bad,

Our hands should,

Tear these curtains up,

Who can except me and you,

Cure our pain?



My primary-school colleague,

You're with me and along with me,

The alphabet stick is above our heads,

You're my spite and my woe,

Our names have been carved,

On the body of this blackboard,

The hit of the stick of injustice and tyranny,

Has remained on our body