Soul of child
Call it my ignorance or my innocence
It's obvious I will not return to that time again,
But my heart is still the same
Searching for the same joy and pleasure.
Fatigue and depressed everyday I think
We live to work or work to live,
Again my heart wishes to return to that time
Where the ambitions were high and the world was a paradise.
It was an unforgettable phase of time
Which will only last in one's memories,
Those love and joy were the real wealth
Which cannot be regained again in life.
There is no word to express my ecstasy
I just want to return to time where my outlook was messy,
Curious mind and lots of mistakes at that time
But today I can just call it experience of precious time.
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