As early as the rooster
We've awaken
As cheerful as the morning chirps
Our voice have broken the serenity
All day long, never stop running
We're trading - knowledge selling
With a little bit of negotiating
We call it teaching
Crying over the time
When we miss the time of our own
Less spacious, together we move
Shining the darkness filled in the room
But none of us crying over it
Never lament nor cursing their fate
So do me - who caught in this
'Coz it's our desire to teach
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