Tim Qin

Everyday you go out and play.

Running around with your friends all day.

Everything seems so fun and pleasant.

Everyday is like a good Christmas present.

Time was so slow, like the clouds passing by.

Looking up at the stars in the night sky.

Never thinking about the next day.

You can just go on your way.

Every Saturday morning, you get sealed up in your cocoon.

That is when you watch the cartoons.

Nothing in the world can bother you.

Not even your annoying nephew.

Thinking back on those fun days.

Why did you ever change your ways?