Ready Your Guns and Bullets

Scorching, hot weather makes my lips crack

They try to trace me off from the old track
Going to launch their massive, sudden attack
Not any RPG games where you slash and hack

We have no time to scream: What the heck!

We're ready with guns and bullets from the rack
A few rocket launchers are ready on the deck

High morale and spirit, there's nothing we lacked

My team and I exist as ruthless wolves pack
Fighting endlessly, watching out each others back
We will bury their bodies, wrapped in sacks...

Five and A Half Years

18 of us getting to know each others by fate
We're course mates, some of us are housemates
Graduation, for us, sound like too long to wait
"Fishing" in lecturers' classes, without rods and baits
Together, countless dinners we've spent and ate
There maybe some dramas and fights we create
But our bonds are as strong as an invincible gate
Farewell is just another hardest words to bade
While sorry is never the hardest words to said
Job interviews, we're counting down the date
Graduation is just a words of love and hate
Let us keep in touch, it is never too late
Our friendships will last until Heaven and Hades...