Winter melts, Spring swells
Dandelions seeds start to leave their mothers
en route to discover their new lives
Just like us students.
How nostalgia it will sound.
Innocent and wild, freedom was ours,
Azure sky, Green fields,
Blue mountains, White snow.
A hug, a smile, a blink, a missing heartbeat.
So unpredictable, youth.
The prime of our time,
The beginning of all beginnings,
The beginning of our lives.
Just like dandelions, we'll fly
Far, far away, to the unknown
Unknown to our minds, unknown to our knowledge
but never unknown to our hearts
because that is where we belong: