A shining pearly summer morning, when we walked into our thumb
side school gate, O blooms of summer beam explosion through green shade…we are
the most blessed child of earth! We dance
with millions summer beams, our steps
are pure and courageous, the summer
always has been kind, wise and brave. Distant
hot summer blooms and intoxicated scent
of trumpet never wrong stepping, which
was gift for us forever!! This music, make me happy with along white garmented cobalt sea,
our untainted courage come with a great old man!
