Have I been grown-up, mommy?
It’s time for me to have enough power to “break buffalo’s horn”
17 years old, good bye to the young age
With many childhood memories.
How can I forget those playful afternoons?
Teasing this one and tampering with that one.
Remembering incessantly when I was naïve
Memories of schooldays will never fade in me
Many lesson, I was late
Many tests, I cheat and copy each other
And sometime I just played and forgot the study
My teacher asked me, then I just was shy and kept silent.
Am I 17 years old, mommy?
Have to become an adult
So many questions about the future
Suddenly, I think I must have responsibility
Worry about what am I going to do? And what can I do?
17 years old, thank my parents
Thank my teachers who take me to the moment
Knowing how to become a good man, knowing reason, knowing good things
Living with the sense of mercy
Thank my friends who have shared everything with me
Childhood time makes sure the time is the most beautiful
Never fade in our memories.
How beautiful the blue sky is !
How the wonderful clouds are !
Waving to greet the 17th dreamlike
Waving to enter the bright future
With the luggage to enter to the bright future
Having my parents’ sweat and tear
Compassion is the steady support
And knowledge is the multipurpose key
Leading me to the fresh future.
