Childrens of earth, sailing across the green sea. A glimpse of life, glittering green and tickling the air Once they are young, so was my heart and alone. Once they will become old, they will be no more. I am standing at the doorstep, gazing towards that playground. Where they dance with the muse of air, and laughing. With wearing their shining silky green clothes in my sight. Some faded with the tender kiss of their dying hours. They hold tightly the strings of my heart and played by my eyes. Where I sung the melody of my longing with drizzling tears of cloud. No more, ah! No more, I could possibly hold my fingers. When they skiing with the letters on the paper. With the song sung by the childrens of earth, Were sailing away their muse to my heart.