Spring is coming
and now I’m looking through the window
Flowers are blooming
and my heart is beating
and I am wondering
what will I do tomorrow?
can I finish my essay today?
then, the lecturer’s voice brings me back to class
but, I can’t stop day dreaming
how will be my holiday? willl it be wonderful?
can I do my research during my holiday?
can I do my essay during my holiday?
and my heart is beating,
all I am thinking only about the essays and dissertation
what a day . . . . . .