That wooden house by the cliff,
Surrounded by green and brightness,
Tall trees and fruit trees,
Just waiting for picking and climbing,

The wooden house with my warm bed,
There will always be food,
There will always be comfort,
You will always be safe.

Our wooden house with big windows,
Our home with the red gate,
With chickens and goats and ducks,
We will always be at peace.

Our wooden home resting atop a cliff,
Where I will always be a child,
My mother and father will guide me.
Here, my heart will always be rooted.


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