[Festival Special Issue] International Children's Day

International Children's Day

The Innocent And Beautiful Childhood Has Long Been Gone

The Lingering Childlike Innocence Still Lingers In The Heart

Always Hold A Sincere Heart

Let Happiness Accompany You For A Long Time

May We

They Are All The People Favored By Time

After Enduring A Thousand Sails

Returning Is Still A Youth

Childhood Is A Fresh Song,

I Use My Tender Hands,

Transform The Days Into A Series Of Musical Notes,

Play Between Your Fingers.

Childhood Is A Beautiful Flower,

I Use My Gentle Hands,

Plant It In Your Own Heart,

Make Me Never Forget.

Childhood Is A Happy Kite,

I Use Healthy Hands,

Write Happiness On A Kite,

Let It Fly Towards The Blue Sky.

Childhood Is A Black Cup,

I Use My Grieving Hands,

To Keep My Parents Nagging,

Pour Into The Cup.

Childhood Was A Green Sanitation Truck,

I Use Joyful Hands,

Bring Your Own Joy And Happiness,

Installed On The Car.

Childhood Is A Fleeting Traveler,

I Use My Strong Hands,

Grasp Firmly,

Let It Never Leave