So many dreams,
But the child is crying
For a sugar candy.
Love a child, dear men,
And take steps to
Fulfill your own dreams.
The picture is clear,
Dry, the river.
At the very border,
They are all infear.
They are in exiles,
To move, they have no wheels.
Near or far-
All on the same road,
They watered the flower plants,
And out of it, they got pleasures.
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