My lovely childhood
               Love and quarrel
               With my friends
               Now become memory,
               A nostalgia of my childhood.
               But the rain of spring season
               Makes me crazy and those days green
               In my deep memory,
               Brings a new sensation to my heart.
               Lost dreams of childhood
               And the promise of my first love,
               Laugh and cry of past days
               Generates me to walk -------
               On the away of life.

               So, the life is rhythm of
               Hope and frustration,
               feelings of pleaser and pain,
               An ocean of material desires,
               Red house of dreams,
               The life,one sort of prison
               For our souls,
               Experience for salvation,
               Struggle and mental trouble,
               A pakage of smile and tear
               Story of achievement and failor
               The life is an amount of
               Dreams and reality.

               So be careful to walk----
               On the away of life,
               It's green,if you have dream.