Childhood

The time of life, sweetest.  

It is also the shortest.

Everyone knows it's childhood.

Always playing and roaming around,

singing and dancing on all grounds.

Don't know what's right and wrong,

always busy singing own's song.

Childhood, a flower of different colors. 

It's the time, we make, all troubles blur.

The flower with best fragrance,

it's the fragrance of race for love.

Nobody knows when childhood went by,

Leaving its beautiful stains and paints behind.