Childhood I vaguely remember my childhood, that hazy memory, singing and laughing in the morning sun, chasing and playing in the twilight clouds, always wanting to pick the moon on the top of the tree, always wanting to treasure the stars in the sky, the idea of childhood is how odd and strange. They were all so innocent and naughty, all so innocent and mischievous, all with their own little secrets, all with their own heart's delight. As the years flowed by, people grew up, and our old friends went their separate ways to make a living, dashing off into the sea of people. Childhood, the banyan tree by the pond, the robin calling summer, the swings by the playground, the butterflies on the swings, the teacher's chalk on the blackboard, waiting for class to end, waiting for school to end, waiting for the games of childhood, the welfare office, everything but money in my pocket, who would get the sword, Zhuge Shilang, or the Devil's Party, who would get the sword, and why hasn't the boy from next door passed by my window, snacks, cartoons, and a heart of gold in his mouth? I had to wait until bedtime to realize that I'd only done a little bit of homework, and then I had to wait until after the exam to realize that I hadn't read an inch of time, an inch of gold, an inch of time, an inch of gold, my teacher said. I was always alone, staring at the sky, wondering, fantasizing, a lonely childhood, with dragonflies flying over in the sunlight, with green rice fields, with watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes, unable to draw the rainbow on one side of the sky, when will I be able to look like my senior classmates, with a mature and grown-up face, looking forward to the holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to a grown-up childhood, day by day, year by year, looking forward to a grown-up childhood, a dreamy childhood, I used to ask. I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon. I used to ask the earth, I used to ask the sun, how long is the road to my dreams. How long is the road of dreams. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, childhood is a budding bud, childhood is a blue sky, childhood is full of beautiful dreams. I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon; how long is the road of dreams. I used to ask the loving earth, I used to ask the warm sun. How long is the road of dreams. Childhood is a newborn leaf, childhood is a budding bud, childhood is a blue sky, childhood is full of beautiful dreams. I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon; how long is the road of dreams. I used to ask the loving earth, I used to ask the warm sun. How long is the road of dreams. I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon. How long is the road of dreams; I used to ask the loving earth, I used to ask the warm sun. How long is the road of dreams. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, childhood is a budding bud, childhood is a blue sky, childhood is full of beautiful dreams. I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon; how long is the road of dreams. I used to ask the loving earth, I used to ask the warm sun. How long is the road of dreams. Childhood is a newborn leaf, childhood is a budding bud, childhood is a blue sky, childhood is full of beautiful dreams. I used to ask the wise stars, I used to ask the kind moon; how long is the road of dreams. I used to ask the loving earth, I used to ask the warm sun. How long is the road of dreams. Evening rain and smoke, dreamy vistas, dizzying, disorienting, starlight shining through the sky, illuminating mountains and rivers and bringing to life old memories of childhood, all in outline, as the years go by and the years send us away in silence, as the winds of spring blow, and fate changes, as it did in the days of the past, as the heart of the world is clean, as the heart of the world is innocent, as the heart of the world is bright, as the sky laughs as the sun flies, as the sun shines red as it wanders, as it calls for the fragrance of flowers to waft through the wind, as it calls for my mother, as I call for my mother, as I call for my mother, as I call for my mother. I've been calling my mother, and I've been in bed with her all night, blurring my mind, floating in the air, laughing like a bird in the sky and the sun in the sky, and the image of my childhood has been presented, and I'm a girl, with no worries, no hates, no grudges, and a happy heart, with no sorrow, no hate, and a happy heart, and I'm thinking of my mother, when will we be together again? When will we be together again, when will we be together? I think of you every night and every day when we met in my hometown when I was a child we walked along the road together when you asked me to pick flowers for you when can we walk along the road together again when can I think of you every time I see a wild flower when I was a child we fought with you and wanted to climb to the moon when you said you wanted me to hang my heart up in the sky when can we fight with you and fly to the stars and moon when can we think of you every time we see a star when we carved our hearts into the flowers and trees when we were a child we loved you and loved you again when can we embrace you and share our hearts together? We carved our hearts on the flower tree, you said we'd always be together, when can we walk to the flower tree together again and see if we'll always be together? We met in childhood, we've known each other forever, we've had so many happy moments with each other, we've been friends for so many years, we've met every day, we've been by your side, we've been together every day, it's never been the same, it's never been the same, it's never been the same, we've been together every day, it's never been the same, pure and simple, love is engraved in our heart, and it will always be there in our hearts.