Three years has passed,
With firmly steps, we comes
But there is no joy left;
Imagine that:
The water is destined to rivers or seas,
And the children are to grow up.
The complex world brings more dreams;
But what gives wings to Kaisong.

To hug the flowers; look back to the past;
Listen heartedly:
Camel bells ringing from the deserts;
I can…
Three years passed just like that!
Virtue:
Lies in gratitude!