With Unending Dream in Cheer

A breeze of joy fluxes into the air,
The free sky flares all over,
And takes my heart far from far.
Influx of countless tales thereby indexes in my mind river,
Hey, I shall tell all the tales
On the festive day when we shall come together.
I can now see so far,
Local boys are running around, being mad in assorted sports here and there,
A little boy is seen standing there, with an unending dream in cheer,
looking up to the sky corner.