The organ in the classroom
Goes ding-dang, ding-dang away
Just like your voice when you confessed your love
The movement was very soft
Smiling while looking at
You turning around to leave after passing me the letter
I like the concern embedded within your delicate handwriting
Your presence in any place
Would make me feel warm
Days were like merry-go-round
Going round and round in my mind non-stop
The scenes of you being nice to me kept coming up
You once said that the promise is on since we have held hands
But, dear, that's not love
Just like being too late to wish upon a shooting star
No matter how pretty it was, it's all in the past
Our pledge was beautiful because we were too young
Just like the elf that lived in the wrong forest