My future Yung anon
My future is not a dream.
Who could sense a good dream beforehand?
Only through life I would know it myself.
I lived in the Yangzi valley.
There was a little river in front my house.
In the town full of blossoming flowers and shades of willows,
I was only three,
Walking behind my mum and dad,
Towards the future! Oh the future!
A three year old child,
Worthy of a thousand liang.
What a beautiful future!