When I was a child
Sunshine was mild and comfortable
I was running under the bright sun
Enjoyed the best days I could remember
Soft breeze passed by in mid of summer time
Though I am not a child any more
Still miss the days, lying on the grassland and gaze at the colorful sun wheel
Our earth has been heating up
Nobody would like to pay the price
until everything is on fire
and no one can run away ~
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