See how fast I pass by.
For craziness, yell out the peak of a pyramid.
See how I can be by myself.
Gazing from the bridge,
looking closely for feeling.
Really, they are all me.
The world, please looks at me, the beautiful scenery.
I rather not hide myself,
like running freely in the field.
I need the snowy mountain to discover me,
singing to the cliff.
The great wall is a mile of yellow,
but there will forever be just one me.
Perhaps I will be sad when I pass by the new spring collection in Paris.
It will make me think of famine.
Also call for strong, when passes by the glacier at the North Pole.
Make me feel strong and tough.
When every scenery waiting for me to passes by.
The me that went to the rural area to feed animals,
the me that sing at the market lalala.
The me that love the rain at the equator,
the world would become my friend lalala.
The me that kneel down to the holy statue,
the me that scare of the sin from the war field lalala.
The me that loves where all the tracks meet,
the world is also curious about me lalala.
http://scasongaday.blogspot.ca/2015/03/21st-mar-2015-vincy-chan.html
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