Wandering in the tunnel of time
With the profound eyes of vicissitudes
Recall the past events of childhood again
Carving the rings of time Brows
The mark of childhood laughter cannot be erased
The smoke from the countryside and mountains
Wandering on the edge of dreams
An endless stream The wild fruits in the mountains and forests
bring back the smile of youth
The small bamboo forest where I once wandered
filled with joy and childlike loveliness
In the clear river
Playing partners and laughter...
Childhood is like a dream
The sky that forever haunts dreams