A boy like him,
It's just the smell of dreams,
Bright and brave,
They are small and tender green shoots in the moist soil before a thunderstorm,
With a fearless and upward heart,
Rushing into the wind and rain, humming songs all the way to adventure,
In every minute and every second that you can't see,
All strive to thrive.
I was also laughed at,
But look, it's going to be bright,
He is wearing a light that shines brighter than the sun,
Climbing mountains and ridges, fighting against thorns,
Stand as far as you can see.