The first touch of fish-belly white in the east,
Before it rises.
You have got up and walked to the ground.
Pick up my dear partner,
Broom.
Push up friends of the morning and evening,
Cart.
Three friends greeted them,
Facing the first light,
Come to the familiar street.
Only the little flowers are full of eyes,
Only the little trees are swaying,
Cheer up,
Say hello.
I'm coming.
I'll do it for you,
It's clear to you,
Remove the dust from your body.
The asphalt road is always,
Always waiting for his arrival.
This is his final audience.
It's always willing to let him,
Let him step on his shoulder.
Only in this way can I feel another day coming.
Thinking that tomorrow's road will be,
It will also extend into the distance.
That's the city,
It is the direction of urban development.
He ignored it,
Ignore the crazy growth of wrinkles.
In my heart,
With the wings of the city.
So there will be,
There will be endless dreams.
Build the wings of the city,
Wings of the city,
Fly better.