Hello...........
I played swing on this tree
With a tire hanged by a rope
I climbed on this tree toward the sky
And can’t get down on ground
I sat on this tree
To make poems and scripts
I carved my name in it
And also my lover’s name on it
An apple above my head
A flower on my hair
A bamboo shoot at my hand
And, old roots under my foot
Thanks.......
I played swing on this tree
With a tire hanged by a rope
I climbed on this tree toward the sky
And can’t get down on ground
I sat on this tree
To make poems and scripts
I carved my name in it
And also my lover’s name on it
An apple above my head
A flower on my hair
A bamboo shoot at my hand
And, old roots under my foot
Thanks.......
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