Thousands of times,
In my dreams
I am that little girl
in my mom's cloth
waiting anxiously for the day
to grow up

climbing out of the window,sealthily
I rush to the lawn on my toes,
just to sleep on the grass,
watching the movies acting
by the blue sky
and white clouds.

a huge puzzle is visiting
my mind,
so frequetly:
how could they
produce so many stories
in children's eyes?

and sunlights r so dizzling
I am sure
it is a huge stove
hanging in the air,
definitely,
by an angry fairy
perhaps since the sun is
as naughty as me,
then,
I feel I am so lucky,
mom and dad r so kind
that I could still
stand on the earth.

trees r often so tall,
at that time,
that I could never touch
those beautiful nests
in which it is said
there r many, many
lovely creatures
which could sing
and dance
without stopping
before the most beautiful
baby girl.

so I jump
as high as I could,
hundreds of time a day
just wishing
that I could become
as tall as that tree
then,
I could hide
in the most cute nest,
singing for my dear
mom and dad
and become a queen
in my fellows' eyes

I am dreaming in my dreams
that I could pick up
the full moon
for my lovely fellow--
only to get the rose
in her hands,
it is so attractive
in that chilly deep autumn
that I believe it's my life,
and the only hope
to save colorful summer---
a child's little hope.

and finally, finally
that day arrives
and my dreams comes ture

I could buy cloth I love,
and as many as I like,
I could watch movies
that are believed
the biggest
in this world;

and at last,
I know there r no
mysterious creatures
in birds' nests
the moon could not be picked up
by me
roses could be bought
even in coldest winter
and the summer could not be saved

I know all the facts and truth,
however,
I still dream

in my dreams,
I am that same little girl
in my mom's cloth,
watching the most marvelous pictures
of life and nature,
----
thousands of times

and thousands of times,
I am in my mom's cloth,
---
in my dream