The rain comes in the afternoon,
Some snails crawl along the wet road.
Fresh air seems like a bottle of water,
Listen to the birds share stories with us.
Do we pay attention to the sky?
A lot of grass sprouts and grows,
At the end of September, we will have a special birthday.
Even if we don’t eat the cake now, we know it will come.
Life is your sister,
Life is your brother.
We look forward to living our lives,
And feeling the beat of our hearts.
