How pleasant that childhood was.
Stranger to every distress.
Unaware of the feeling of mine and yours.
Filled with lots of beautiful fights.
Soaked with tons of nasty arguments.
But the time had to run,
For teaching the lessons of the life.

Now we have came really far .
From breaking the fragile line of infancy to getting lost in the crowd of nobility
From removing the face of innocence to wear the mask of finesse..
From getting off the paper boat of the past to travelling in the train of future.
From changing the clothes of nescient to wearing a jacket of maturity.
Now we are in the place where,
Under the guise of wisdom , we had to learn the ignorance.
In order to make a perfect future ,
We must have to loose the present.
Therefore,
I often think,
How pleasant that little childhood was.
If only the wheel of time stayed there.
Neither this stupid maturity comes not the understanding works.