The days will pass but the memories would stay fresh in our minds
like dried flowers nonchalantly kept,
but still spreading the sweet fragrance to remind
Passing from the alleys
Or sitting in the office
The tough and selfless decisions
Would be missed
We come and leave footprints
on the sands of time
Receiving new projects
on the journey of our lives
May Our Beloved Master hold your hand
with benevolent love and care
to persevere and tread ahead
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