The world is dangerous, only green walls are the safest. Soothe my sorrow, protect my growth, and the dandelions and roses all over the sky listen to our secrets year after year.
It's as if youth really settles in our years forever, and the promised poem never finds an end;
It's as if there is such a tomorrow to live over again, allowing us to once again feel the yesterday we once squandered;
It's as if time has stopped here, retaining the sun, moon and stars for our attachment, and "opening up the net" for our troubles and mistakes...
And I am even more convinced that the purest smiles and the most beautiful fleeting years, coupled with the time this small world has given to you and me, are enough to weave the agreement that we will grow up together, my dear boy.