In the midday sun, the eyes burn brightly
But the white smile of the sky is under the blue canopy,
Looking forward to seeing such a sky,
I look at the sky with my forehead wrinkled,
Otherwise the fascination will be a lie.
In the midday sun, the eyes burn brightly
But the white smile of the sky is under the blue canopy,
Looking forward to seeing such a sky,
I look at the sky with my forehead wrinkled,
Otherwise the fascination will be a lie.