Bright skies broken clouds
makes me forget the past
green pastures all around
king ,i feel, i have been crowned
Underneath the tall trees
feels like my own home to sleep
master of myself i feel
with nothng to do
i uproot a few weed
Winds blowing at me
animals, green grasses, birds so free
these pure souls are my friends
they ask me to stay forever
I can seldom leave this island
the island called paradise
where flowers wake to the break of dawn
where birds keep chirpng all day long
where to wake up i dont need the sound of the gong
This is where i wanted to be all long
my dream place
the place of eternal rest
makes me forget the past
green pastures all around
king ,i feel, i have been crowned
Underneath the tall trees
feels like my own home to sleep
master of myself i feel
with nothng to do
i uproot a few weed
Winds blowing at me
animals, green grasses, birds so free
these pure souls are my friends
they ask me to stay forever
I can seldom leave this island
the island called paradise
where flowers wake to the break of dawn
where birds keep chirpng all day long
where to wake up i dont need the sound of the gong
This is where i wanted to be all long
my dream place
the place of eternal rest
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