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I'm in front of a father

Children who don't know how to teach

On the road of innocence

I made a lot of mistakes

I always use a random pen to draw and draw

I didn't write another one until it was blurred

Sometimes I even ask myself

Did you really grow up?

Otherwise, it will become an embarrassed look

That's when I look old

Let everyone who sees it know

I am adrift in the world

If not all the trees have lost their leaves

If it weren't for spring

In the sky, there are kites flying by children

There are screw-pickers by the river

I really don't want to make a change

Repair green hair

Give a spiritual face

I want to hold a camera too

Go and see the yellow large fields of rape flowers

Go and see the green first-order camellia

Put the most beautiful photos

Make a cover

Listen to the best music in your ears

Make a clap on the spot

The bridge is still the old bridge of the past

Water is no longer the spring water it used to be

So I would love to find a place with you

Able to sit on the floor

It doesn't matter if it's a lawn

Or flowers

It can bring me back to rest

Back to that spring light

Enjoy the warmth you bring to me

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