Sky, azure blue; wind, the dough. Sunny, sprinkling of worldly things, sprinkle on my heart. The sun, it has feet! Quietly, quietly glided from the people around. Strands, gold silver-like shed, between each strand, are hidden in the aspirations of the sun gold. Yeah, I hope the fall of quickly coming. Things in the world with its peers - over and over golden. Harvest season, people face bursting out with a smile, such as flowers, such as sunlight. Stream of water; clear, long. Sometimes murmuring, sometimes splashes of a circle of ripples, sometimes kissing the pebbles of the shore. Brook her laughing, ringing laugh, hidden in the clear desire of her summer. Yeah, hope that their crystal clear nectar in the summer, a trace of cool to the sweat of children. Air, crisp chirping sound echoed and echoed. Born not long after the birds are trying to learn to fly. Wings across the air, a few beautiful arc, like a beautiful rainbow. That Kingston's figure, as if the young girls learn to dance, again and again the failure of small birds and more stubborn! Stubborn, with her ​​free wish. Yeah, hope to grow a pair of tough strong wings in the blue sky, soar freely. Sunlight through the leaves scattered on the ground, confused and ground with the transfer. Green leaves, in the sun even more lifelike. That a green, hidden in a green desire. Trees, hope can quickly grow taller to become lush, a cool shed for people.