Childhood life

On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling out summer\On the swing by the grass, only butterflies perch on it\The teacher's chalk on the blackboard keeps chirping and writing nonstop\Waiting for class to end, waiting for school to be over, waiting for a childhood of games\The welfare store has everything, but there isn't a cent in my pocket\Who ultimately grabbed the magical sword, Zhuge Silang or the Devil Party\Why hasn't that girl from the next class passed by my window yet\Snacks in the mouth, comics in hand, first love in the heart of childhood\It's always only before bed that I realize I've done just a little homework\It's always only after exams that I realize I haven't read the books I should\An inch of time, an inch of gold, the teacher said that gold can't buy time\Day after day, year after year, a hazy childhood\No one knows why the sun always sets beyond the mountains\No one can tell me if immortals live in the mountains\How many everyday memories are spent staring at the sky alone\So curious, so imaginative, such a lonely childhood\Under the sunlight, dragonflies fly over patch after patch of green rice fields\Watercolors, crayons, and kaleidoscopes can't draw the rainbow in the sky\When will I have a mature, grown-up face like the older students\Looking forward to holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growing up in childhood\Day after day, year after year, looking forward to growing up in childhood