Find a poem (poem) about childhood. The number of words is

I use my tender hands

Divide the days into strings of notes

Jump between your fingers

Childhood is a pure blue painti

I use my tender hands

Divide the days into strings of notes

Jump between your fingers

Childhood is a pure blue painting.

Draw the years into a pure blue river

Flowing in my heart

Childhood was picked up in a paddy field.

In the long river of time

Shine golden light