Breathing Childhood😇
Childhood is a bunch of memories,
Surrounded with the blur but distinct stories.
The passing days of life count the memory with the knot tied,
But the memories never fade away in the daily riot.
It is the oxygen of mind,
Never be damaged with the dizzy wind.
It is the mother of our adulthood,
That's why we should never forget our childhood.
Surrounded with the blur but distinct stories.
The passing days of life count the memory with the knot tied,
But the memories never fade away in the daily riot.
It is the oxygen of mind,
Never be damaged with the dizzy wind.
It is the mother of our adulthood,
That's why we should never forget our childhood.