啊,明朗的一天
When the clear day,in that distant sea plume of black smoke rising leisurely ,there is a white warships,slowly entering the Harbor,aboard Salyut Qiming,have slowly near the shore,but I do not meet,I do not,I stood quietly waiting patiently hillside,waiting for him to meet the well-being.That the crowd below,a figure appears,is to hurry here,Who is he?Who is he?When he came home in front,he will say?He would repeatedly call a small butterfly,but I did not let him aside quietly hide to find,we will be more excited to meet.He repeatedly shouted:"My dear little butterflies,my child bride." His voice warm waves in my ear,finally realized the promise of his past.Yes,this day will come.
