Tiny happy ballad

Don’t you see the beautiful skies,
The blooming flower by the walkway,
The chirping tutting passerby on the way,
Greeting the morning shines with a smile.

let it be neat ashore’d long away,
Cause the post wouldn’t be so ushered,
just like the end of the morning,
A faint breeze calling your name!

Don’t you see those on westward,
Oh, rejecting the callous sunbathe,
Worry clouding their small thought,
Like a blue drone on a drooling night.

Like a jumping fish;
like a morning fire;
Like a starry night;
Like a falling shine.

On your way, shining your path.
Assiduously compete for compendium,
A speech in a popular symposium.