Dreaming of heaven is still the sound of books modern poetry

The Heaven of Dreams is still filled with the sound of books

For the children who died in the May 12 earthquake

Children, what happened to you

Dirty clothes

Dirty faces

Why did you fall asleep here

The children who died in the May 12 earthquake

The children who died in the May 12 earthquake

Dirty clothes

Dirty faces

How did you fall asleep here

This little hand is still clutching an eraser

That little hand is still holding a pencil

The picture book beside me

is a pencil drawing of the five Fuwa children

Underneath your feet, you can see a pencil drawing of the five Fuwa children.

Why don't you say anything

Eyes closed tightly

Not even daring to breathe

How is the delicate face so bitter

How is the chubby little hand so cold

Children, are you lost

Let uncle take you home

Mom and dad are waiting for you at home.

Children, are you hungry and thirsty

There are chicken wings and French fries at home

And there is also Coke and iced tea for you

Children, don't be afraid

Open your eyes, open your eyes

Children, don't be afraid of the darkness

Open your eyes, the darkness will go away, and you will be able to see a familiar sunrise

Children, don't be afraid of the darkness

Open your eyes and you will be able to see a familiar sunrise

Children, don't be afraid of the darkness

Open your eyes and you will be able to see the sunrise. p>

Children, don't be afraid of pain

Lift your arms and the pain will be gone, and you can embrace the warmth of the sun

Gently! Gently! The children are asleep

Sleeping so soundly

Maybe they have too much homework

The children are too tired

Then sleep in peace

I wish you all good dreams

Dreaming of the road that is still full of flowers

Dreaming of the paradise that is still filled with books

Dreaming of the loved ones who are still so loving and caring.


The children in my dreams are still sunny