Oh, I remember my childhood
when I used to play soccer with my grandfather in the neighborhood park
The smells of both fresh air and sweat
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My Childhood
Oh, I remember my childhood
when I used to play soccer with my grandfather in the neighborhood park
The smells of both fresh air and sweat
greeting us as we entered
Soon the soccer ball lands on the field
slowly jogging here and there at first then it jumping madly
Sometimes it can’t withstand my grandfather’s large wall and comes back
Other times it straightly goes into the crack
of that wall
Basketballs bumping to the ground from around
Like a march of soldiers in the battleground
The sound of keyboards being typed by children of innocence
Like there’s nothing to worry about
Filled with total confidence
Then suddenly, two of us fall
into twilight with nothing other than one single ball