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Let’s feel the fresh taste of the morning glory
As heaven rises above it, once upon a story
A new page of the infinity had wise opened
Trees howling in silence, peace never be broken
Slowly steps by steps, walking a little boy
Heading for a better future, shall he enjoy?
First ever had him could touch winter and its mint
Through every piece of his bones, blew the wind.
Surrendered loneliness and despairs the beginning
His soul was filled with isolation, it’s spinning
‘Til time comes, found the lights he could depend on
Held him up, darkness seem to be gone
Hands in hands and swear this will never end
Hands in hands and one word he called “Friends”