I wish you continue boy
Because grown men becoming wolves.
I wish you continue playing with the stars and intriguing yourself with the Moon
Because grown men destroy dreams and drive flags in the precious satellite.
Desire you to keep smiling with trivial things
Because grown men just laugh at naughty jokes, designed with biased charges.
Desire you to keep kid and that your biggest dream is the joy of the innocent play,
Because mature men are too bored to be enchanted with life.
Desire you to live,
Many many years,
But keeping the inside boy who still has time to ask me the lap while soft sleeping.