The world look likes a window,
The moon look likes a smile,
We are like our culture, and also like a wooden house.
When the white cockatoos search for food in the grass field,
When the children ride bikes and go out with their families,
As if we learn the knowledge through life.
There are many trees blowing around like hair.
That is a different style.
There are lots of sand on the road.
That is like wide eyes and a wide door.
Without reading we won’t know we can see it is true.
Without doing, we won’t realize everything can work.
Girl and boy; man and women; children and babies.
For as long as we do not forget our future and our dreams, let us always have a nice reunion.
