She flies and flies, awakening people's hearts.
Childhood is a small green tree.
She grew bigger and bigger and reached people's happy paradise.
Childhood is a colorful brush.
She paints pictures, mountains and songs in people's hearts.
Childhood is a beautiful nightingale.
She sang and sang, singing a smile that everything listened to.
Childhood is a piece of white snow.
She floated and floated to the warm hands of the children.
She smiled.
satisfied
Unconsciously,
In people's laughter
calmly
dissolve