Dreamy childhood


Like a hand rolled in child labor
Our life would not have rolled ...
If in a spade-wielding hand
Parents would have given a book-pen ...

We too for the struggle of life
We would not have lost this childhood ...
God bless you
Our destiny would have been written ...

Doors for stomach cramps
Our childhood would not have turned around ...
If intoxicated
Life would have been saved by the father ...

Due to childhood nightmares
We would not have lost this childhood ...
If a child named education
It would have been written in our destiny too ...

Lame, in the game of hide-and-seek
Our childhood would have been colorful ...
If orphans, poverty, wandering
Our life is not hidden ...

Story-poetry book study
We would have loved to read this ...
If selling rubbish and filling the pit
Life would not have been ruined ...

With the stigma of moral-immorality
He would not have died as an orphan
If a society living blindly
We would have been accepted with love ...

Showing Chiu-Kau in the courtyard
Who would have paid us ...
If we have love in our heads too
There is an umbrella of right called mother ...

Children's Day with new clothes
We would have walked in this school ...
Than living a dreamy childhood
I would have lived my childhood in truth ...

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