Translated…
Why is it, that when I swung high on the swings I get so happy!
Is it because my hair feels so light, being lifted up by the wind,
Or the thought of me, about to take flight with the birds?
Getting across the trees, passed through the clouds, looking down on the world,
Then, meeting a child of god,
Telling her, I’d had so much fun, swinging, so high up in the air
the artwork of Jimi Liao, from UDN.com…
So, these are the days of one’s own childhood innocent years, the years we’d spent, playing in the wilderness, with NO restraints, to tie us down, and back then, we’d all flown, like those birds, high up in the skies………
Life, the Obstacle Course 