It does not worry where the wind blows.
It starts as a drop, so tiny and clean Running through valleys and places unseen.Like that small river, we start very small,
Learning to walk, and learning to fall.
We look at the stars in the dark middle night,
And dream of a future so happy and bright.But life has its storms, and heavy dark rain,
Sometimes we cry, and we feel so much pain.
The road becomes rough, the mountains too high,
And we just want to sit down and cry.Yet deep in our heart, a small fire burns,
With every mistake, a new lesson learns.
We stand up again, we wipe off the tears,
To fight all the shadows and face all our fears.So keep moving on, don't stop your bright pace,
Life is a journey, it is not a race.
The ocean is waiting, the sun will shine bright,
After the darkness, there will be the light.
dịch tiếp nha mn🥰🥰🥰🥰
Quắt
What