Everybody dreams.
Children dream,
Adults dream,
Old people dream.
I dream, too.
I dream about the friends with whom I'll grow old,
I dream about the person whose hands I'll hold,
I dream about being young and in love,
I dream about loved ones, looking down from above.
I dream of the places I'll one day see,
I dream of being wild and free,
I dream of my house, high on the rocks,
I dream of the sand underneath my socks.
I dream of the people I'd love to greet,
I dream of the things I'll say when we meet,
I dream of hearing their voices sing,
I dream of being happy with everything.
I dream of travelling with a map in my hand,
I dream of never coming back to this land,
I dream of finding myself - in sense
I dream of jumping far off this fence.
I dream of any things that one day I'll know,
I dream of the freedom: a dream I won't let go,
I dream of my future and marvel at my pride
As my heart is flying and singing inside.
Find me a corner, Let me dream for thousands of years, dream my life, as the poem implies. Sometime, somewhere, somehow, for some reasons, I dream, about someone, something and some dreams.
The destination is only one, but the roads diverge in many sites, though we try, bitterness of life, can't be avoided, with sigh, and lies, we pretend to be high, say bye to the cloudy sky, bring yourself back to the line.
I won't be destroyed :) Another exhausting week this is.
He and she, she and he,
he and she, she and he,
I don't wanna play. That's all.
There will be a right moment,
when it's not polluted.
Oh right, call me 邓颖糠,
and 邓兴糠 already died.
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