If I can flow, like a river, through the dry lands,
That didn’t feel wetness since a long time….
If I can be cooked, like a rice bowl in a hut secretly,
The rice couldn’t be cooked….
If I can stay, like a smile on the lips of kids,
That forgot the smile….
If I can bloom, like flowers on the trees,
That everyone can be able to pluck them….
If I can sleep, as a true sweet dream, in the eyes,
That never had a good sleep.….
If I can sing a song like a bird on the door by door,
That the world can be able to wa
