Year after year, day by day,

Spring comes and falls,

But it's life,

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow,

Tiny body,

Little Feet,

The silver bell is rising, full of joy,

The breeze blows, the snow flies,

The big tree on the side of the road, the annual rings have grown around,

The green branches stretch and slowly fall,

ushered in a little boy,

Not wide palms, gently caressing,

Slightly cold, a little dry,

Stand quietly,

Looking into the distance,

With a little fluorescence in his eyes,

maybe

He has a girl in his heart,

Long hair, and a soft smile,

maybe

There is a little unwillingness in his heart,

Grown, already with a broad chest,

Night, slowly coming,

A swallow glides across the water,

Straight into the warm nest,

Slightly cold, the wind naughtily hid in the coat,

A little bit of dazzling red light,

Hanging near and far wooden houses,

There were a few dog barks,

The palms are reddish and cold,

Walked to the wooden house in a daze,

That's my home,

Warm, holding back the west wind,

Coming head-on,

A warm smile,

I believe

Tomorrow, it's another sunny day

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