Cold tears with small sad faces run down our cheeks,
Drop, drop as they instantly land on our parked feet,
Our eyes, full of sorrow, stare out of the windows and doors,
These are barriers keeping us from our beloved ones,
Drop, drop cold tears with small sad faces run down our cheeks,
We have been stuck indoors for weeks and weeks,
We have become the rough roots of trees, stuck in the soil,
Clink, bang, the only noses you hear coming from the near workers,
The city, the country, the world has never been so quiet,
Corona is the hardest battle yet, it’s army is stronger than ours,
Corona is like solid rock, and we are little ants,
How should we escape? How should we survive?
Drop, drop, tears with small sad faces run down our cheeks,
From time to time, the sad faces are turning into smiles,
This is because… because… because…
They land on the lap of a warm-hearted person,
Who would love to care for us for no obvious reason,
Brother, sister, mum and dad,
Thanks for making me smile when I am sad…

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