Give love a pair of wings, fly to your side, lean on your warm shoulders, and your heart will not wander.
Give love a little hope, fly to your side, rely on the warm embrace, happiness is spreading.
Give love a kind of power, fly to your side, rely on the warm chest, and use love to light up - the dream.
I just want to give the children I love a love in my writing. No matter whether they are white or black in the eyes of others, heroes admired by everyone or devils despised by everyone, in my eyes, they are just children who lack love. Giving love is the reason and the purpose of writing this article. In my ideal country, no matter what the result is, at least they have received a pure, purposeless love.
I would like to write this article to commemorate myself who loved to dream in my youthful years.