On days when the wind feels nice, I sit by the window
I think back to the memories I left behind in the classroom
During class, I used to eat chips and secretly cheated too
I miss those times, those days

* Lalalala lalala
My loving teacher
Lalalala lalala
Sometimes the teacher must’ve hated us
But whenever we love and miss and go find our teacher
Our teacher comes and always hugs us like those days

How worrisome must we have been?
We used to have a delinquent and rebellious look
We called our teacher a nickname that all schools have
And we shouted, “Teacher is coming, teaching is coming”

* Repeat

Why did we act like that back then? Always acted the opposite
We wanted to escape at that time
But today, we especially long for it more

Lalalala lalala
My loving teacher
Lalalala lalala
Sometimes the teacher must’ve hated us
But whenever we love and miss and go find our teacher
We will go hug you
We will go hug you