Tomorrow stands as tall as the sky
In our craving eyes which tends to
Explore in the abundance thereof,
Tomorrow never die in our watching eyes;
She comes repeatedly as the future of our fate,
Welcomes our ambitious through our desires.
Tomorrow is the offspring of our future
Waiting to give birth to our hope and drives,
Tomorrow never die in our longing eyes;
She is the gateway that opens our future.
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