Come on world, time travel with me,
Through my memories far
upon the real world,
It’s a distant golden age, a small wonder land,
Filled of joys and
innocence,
The time of cute collections and lovely remembrances,
Pleasures of
naughtiness and purity,
Picking up the thoughts that are evergreen
Where the bed-time tales
are sweeter,
Fulfilling the wishes through a powerful weapon of
cry,
The jingles of
childhood that are never dry,
Recalling the fairies dances in the dreams,
Refreshing the moments
of laughter and screams,
The fears of future are unknowns,
The language of barbies
and dolls are my owns,
The chase for the colorful wings,
And the rhymes of the
twinkle I sings,
These are all the treasures of life I sack,
O lord, now I want my
childhood back.