My teacher ...
primary school....
You often twist and hit me with a piece of wood.
Junior high school...
You scolded me for eating in my class during my lessons.
High school ...
You slapped me in public because I did not notice you.
When you remember the jew, the blow, and the slap, clear water flowed.
Without that treatment, how could I be the person now?
Therefore, I willingly accept everything.
Teacher....
I sincerely pray to God for you.
May your devotion be good deeds.
You have no money to measure.
Thank you, my teacher....