The friendship of a poem　　I will carry you gently,　　As the wind blowing through your hair　　Under the blue sky　　All the clouds become more beautiful because of you　　Can someone with you　　Remember I left only memories　　I will carry you gently,　　As the wind blowing through your hair　　Back to the country that the maple leaf blades　　The thick red autumnal　　If anyone was miss you　　Falling down is myself　　You go away, I'm coming,　　Some fruit to mark,　　That is the s innocence.
　　You fell asleep, but I always wake up,　　Put pen to paper to write your full name,　　That is our friendship.