Stars appear in the sky, as if countless street lamps were lit.
I think there must be a beautiful market in the empty air.
Some items on display in the market must be rare in the world.
I walked into life with a smile, no matter how life rewarded me.
If I were a golden flower, happily growing on a tall branch, smiling and swinging in the air, dancing on new leaves, would you know me, mom? If you yell, "Where are you, son?" I snickered there, but didn't say a word. I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
You can't live without laughter. The world without laughter is so lonely.
I saw you sitting on the noisy playground, and your heartbreaking cry was still in my ear.
Like a tired song that has been spinning for hundreds of years.
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
We shouted at the mountain: Believe in the future.