I don't know how to fly,
where to fly.
In my dream,
I know that flying is like an eagle fighting the sky,
so imposing.
I don't know how to fly,
where to fly.
Under the tree,
I know I am as strong as an ant.
I don't know how to fly,
where to fly.
By the lake,
I know that flying is like shallow scales,
free, if you get out of the cage.
I don't know how to fly,
where to fly.
On the cliff,
I know that flying is like a young eagle's test flight.
I am fearless and soar with my wings.
I don't know how to fly,
where to fly.
On the grassland,
I know that flying elephants burn grass,
they are tall once more in the spring wind.
I don't know how to fly,
where to fly.
On the top of the snowy mountain,
I know that flying is like snow lotus,
I am not afraid of the cold winter, and the ice is clean and blooming.
I don't know how to fly,
where to fly.
At the top of Mount Tai,
I know that flying is like a pine,
vigorous and simple, proud of frost and snow.
I don't know how to fly,
where to fly.
Flying is like life is like a seed.
What you grow up to is up to you.
What do you grow up to be:
once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, Mount Tai in the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.;
It is also the tall maple tree of Top Gun.
it's all about you, it's all about you.
I don't know how to fly,
Where to fly ... Label: Poetry.