The day when we stepped in the campus, Our lives began with rock "N" roll! Oh! We gathered like pieces of Jigsaw. Our wings were so tender That neither we could fly nor escape From the rag of former ones. Sometimes, there were tears And sometimes there were joys. Today, our wings are fully-grown And draped with the degree gowns, And the triumph leaps up to fly With the touch of rainbow in the sky.
But then nostalgia of togetherness, Fauxpas of human, Memories of all sweet days Left behind the campus Evokes pictures out of our minds. When one wishes for another one's bright future And stares with wan smile,		Little tears roll down from our cheeks And parted from one another. When one wends across the mile We yearn to return the past. Oh! We scattered asunder Like pieces of Jigsaw.