Here I am, wandering in my world.
World of red, orange, yellow, and green.
The world of my colors and my flower,
A world where I get frenetic serene.

In my world, I don't mind if you peek at all
On the streets where I stroll a lot.
The street's clime like dusky fall,
And sometimes even, it brightens a lot.

We all have a one this kind of world,
Where we chat, laugh, and even sob.
Without the help of one in our world,
We defeat terrifically each horrifying war.

We, heroes, heroines, of our world
Can sometimes play the role of...