《FOUR SEASONS TUNE》

     
     
     
     If I were a road,a road across the contry,I would collect the flowers seeds from air,and let them grow up under my arm.
     
     Mom,you come to kiss me the early morning.When you are looking at the fairy way under your feet,I would be watching the white clouds float above your hair.
     
     If I were a cloud,a cloud in rainy season,I would spit out the thinest thread to weave a web in the blue field,and catch the bright sun!
     
     Mom,you lead me to home at dusk.When you are holding the bunchs of sunshine,I would be following the rainbow in your hand.
     
     If I were an ant,an ant with a weave needle,I would build a palace of leaves in the deep forest.
     
     Mom,your room in my palace would has a most beautiful view.The evening is falling.When you are sleeping in the greenlish bed,I would be lying on your bushy eyelash.
     
     If I am a child,a child lived in a dream,mom,will you carry me in your arms,and listen for what I see in my dreamland?