Like the rain, there's a lot of things often
Appear, come, or happen
By others, they might not be interestingly taken
But for us, they always fasten
Our minds, before they go hasten

When you open your eye
And look at the pretty sky
You'll ask her, if you can fly
This is true, not a lie
We all wanna be high
Either am old, or a young fry
I'll fight for my nature, until I die

This is our beautiful nature
Protected by GOD's creature
It is really our treasure
Let's preserve it forever
This is our adventure