I return to the dreams of primary school students again and again
There are my soul and stone lines
So I tried to use the brush
Color the sun green
And paint the stone with the color of sunrise
Go to fly and make wishes
Today, I still carry those childhood dreams
I swim in the shallow downstream
I stand in the tender feeling of dawn
I shook off the dust easily
Stars with missing words
Yeah, I was exhausted
Out of the season of sweat
I'm your favorite goat
Leave the shadow of childhood in those respite dusk
I will never escape the siege of Acacia
Dear mother, I love you
I will always be your child
I will always need the caress of your hand
Dear mother, I love you
Like the deep affection of the stream for the mountains
I hug you warmly
Cherish the warmth of spring selflessly
I am a wild goose flying south
A desire as fresh as butter
It was a warm afternoon
Just like that, I burst out
In a noisy canyon
I lost my last memory
I let drowning poetry
Difficultly emerge from the waterfall
I was alone, looking with the clock
All the sky that can fly
Walk along the mountains
I sometimes become a cloud of serenity
Sometimes the wind is intermittent