I think I want to make my singing voice as clear and crisp as a lark. I can sing from the branches to the branches, from the harsh winter to the return of spring. Sing, sing—sing like the fields and mountains. The water is beautiful and fertile. I want to turn my feet into flexible and free fish tails. Swim to the boundless sea and explore the mysterious wonders of the underwater world. Swim, swim - swim happily...