The breeze shook the wind chimes under the eaves.

The bird has dew in its mouth and sings the first song in the morning.

The familiar beat came from the yard and echoed in the clear morning sky.

Shake the petals of dew to the ground.

Childishness is contained in the crisp nursery rhymes.

Let the soul vibrate at the same frequency.

Luo Ying floats in a thick green pool.

The sky is covered with fine lines on the lake.

who is it? Looking up at the black starry night with black eyes?

Expand the unknown world with a spring?

There, everything became an unsolved mystery.

Innocence, dissolved in clear eyes.

Shallow, can give my heart and lungs insight.

Yaner obliquely rowed the silhouette of the rolled clothes across the willow tip.

Bees are buzzing among the flowers.

Wild flowers have just been put down in the corner.

Dance with butterflies.

Occasionally there will be loud crying.

But as long as candy bribes

You can smile through tears.

Innocent, obsessed with endless jumps,

It seems that as long as you plug in a pair of flying wings, you can soar in the clouds like an angel.

And childhood dreams.

Like flowers and rain in the late spring wind.

Put a childlike innocence, a world.

All dressed in bright pink.

But where was my childhood? Where is my childlike innocence?

What a beautiful spring morning dream!

Are swaying at the bottom of the pool like flower shadows.

Now, it has become a dust settled.

Come on! Open the window sill of memory and let innocence come to us.

Look! They are so clear and light.

With colorful dreams

One by one, one by one.

Not just the stars.

Than the sea.

Spring rain my love for you!