All that was many years ago,
Dreams colored cherish.
And sometimes those dreams magic dance
Adults in the child by the hand leads.
Dreams where the fairy tale lives among miracles,
Dreams where I can get a star from heaven, from heaven.
Happy is he, happy is he, in whom the child has.
The childhood of our long gone,
Past life primer read:
Summer autumn winter and no spring.
But keep the spring warmth,
But keep the spring heat
Our childhood dreams.
Baby dreams is a wonderful country
People all to old age needs.
Only a pity that we, when we get older,
Rarely have those color dreams.