Buried all childhood memories.
Now it's full of dust, and the owner is gone.
That pair of childhood scissors
Plus the dry and cold air at that time.
I'm long gone.
I once wanted to come to grandma's green hemp fiber.
I want to cover the stars, but I'm afraid of getting wet by the moon.
I won't know until I grow up.
There are no stars and moons on rainy nights.
Once, grandma's broken laundry list was taken out.
Want to sew green clothes for winter wear
But she clasped her bleeding fingers and called Miss Chun.
I won't know until I grow up.
It's always so fast, and the four seasons keep coming and going.
I once danced with my sister's colored crayons.
Want to give the earth a golden color.
Spit out another green watermelon.
I won't know until I grow up.
Childhood. Fantasies are ridiculously naive.
We used to have too many dreams and naivety.
Full of curiosity and yearning
Now I have to smile bitterly.
Dense memory
I got on the train of time and embarked on the journey of life.
The scenery along the way always makes people linger.