Going Back to My Childhood Days
I slept in the heart of the mountains
To embrace my ancestral land with love.
I played hide-and-seek with the clouds
To go back to my childhood days.
I ate a plate of the moon and stars
To be full of awe, joy, and wonder.
I sang the a cappella of a choir of raindrops
To harmonize with the rhythms of freedom.
I danced with the sunshine of summer
To protect the farms of my youth.
I hugged the giant bark of the oldest tree
To honor the sacrifices of our peasants.
To embrace my ancestral land with love.
I played hide-and-seek with the clouds
To go back to my childhood days.
I ate a plate of the moon and stars
To be full of awe, joy, and wonder.
I sang the a cappella of a choir of raindrops
To harmonize with the rhythms of freedom.
I danced with the sunshine of summer
To protect the farms of my youth.
I hugged the giant bark of the oldest tree
To honor the sacrifices of our peasants.
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