We met,
at Lan Vocational College,
beneath this sky,
quietly watching,
birds singing and flowers blooming,
long, winding paths,
quietly listening,
to the clear, ringing voices of students,
quietly savoring,
a peaceful life,
and carefree study,
a time,
when youth knew nothing of sorrow,
just like,
the blossoming years of young love,
we also saw,
grass grow and orioles flit,
another winter arrive,
summer depart, then cold return,
beautiful melodies,
splendid colors,
lovely photographs,
elegant words,
and adorable faces.
Together, they formed,
beautiful Lan Vocational College.
With you at Lan Vocational College,
our blooming years are here,
with you at Lan Vocational College,
our youth flows unhurried.
Sing a song,
the song of youth,
play a tune,
of years gone by in lilting melody.
Set down,
the colors of youth,
quietly watch,
the changing tides of the world,
in all their countless forms!