He lost his favorite balloom yesterday
That balloom flied far and far away behind the mountain
An oldman tied it on the roof of his house
He's waiting for his dad to take him to find the ballom
One day, dad walked too long and got lost in the valley
Just like that balloom, could never be found again
It's like a trip, a long way trip which's called destiny
We came across in this never-end trip.
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