My teacher sometimes becomes a weaver To weave her dreams and turns them My teacher sometimes becomes a weaver To weave her dreams and turns them

They are not stars They are no superhero They are not stars They are no superhero

Painting Our minds, Guiding our thoughts. Painting Our minds, Guiding our thoughts.

we Love Aspire but no Forgate. we Love Aspire but no Forgate.

Thank you teacher for... Thank you teacher for...

Death Death