Birds are singing,
From the valley,
Transfer to the tree.
It's ringing,
Ask for a friendly voice,
This is a bird,
I still want friends.
It's a pity that everyone belongs to appreciate each other. A lonely bird is wandering and singing. Who can be my bosom friend and true friend? Although the empty valley is hard to find a bosom friend, it is full of hope. It believes that it can finally find a bosom friend. What is the most precious? It is this kind of mind that is never discouraged, always full of hope, believing in yourself and believing in the future that is the most valuable.