She feels the sadness..
She feels some people are changing..
She's tired thinking about it..
She misses the OLD one..

We don't feel the sadness..
But we do feel the difference..
We want to be together..
But we have no choice..
We respected the principal's order..
And so here we are, SEPARATED..

No longer the COOL sec 3B..
No longer the noisiest sec 3B..
No longer break rules together..
No longer sing together..

BUT, we still miss each other..
If only we could sit together as a class..
But again, our new friends are really SUPPORTIVE..
We are comfortable with them..

We will try to make her happy..
But we can't promise..
The solution is impossible..
Unless we are in a fairy tale..
Then, the fairy godmother will do anything..
To make all happy..

BUT, in reality there's no fairy godmother..
All we could do is supplicate to ALLAH..
Oh Allah, please make her feels happy..
Whenever with the last year students..