Hold the door please
Like old man in soy-lent
-aware of all the gates…
-a light and the candle…
-to the books with knowledge
I want home
I want home
I want home
There can choose my colours
-springs and winters
-green and flowers
-with my foods
-nature's taste
I want home
I want home
I want home
No one come after me
-unless late, very late
Cannot live among the
Clichés
Clichés
Clichés
-'Ignorance is bliss! '
I want home
I want home
I want home
Hey old man in that film
-I'm coming so please
-be kind and hold the door!
I want home
I want home
I want home.
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