At birth,
My dream is to open my eyes.
Looking up at the stars in the sky,
To touch the starry sky of this world.
When learning a language,
I chew my dream in my mouth.
Chew, chew,
Has become worthless and tasteless.
When I was an urchin,
Dreams are small paper planes.
They flew out of the window,
It also reminded me of my childish childhood.
When I study,
The dream has been inserted in the pen tip.
Sweep away this trouble
It also erased that childish fantasy.
When I was a teenager,
I hold my dream in my palm.
Do it silently, thinking that one day.
It can bloom like a flower.
After graduation,
Dreams may become, you and me.
The yearning that everyone pursues,
It becomes indispensable and cannot be lost.
At the end of my career,
Dreams may come true.
It became no longer sacred.
No longer appear in sleep.
After gray hair,
Dreams may become full of vicissitudes,
It became numb and motionless.
Withered and drooped.
Later,
Dreams will be scattered with the wind.
It will follow the dust
Be the soul of your soul.