Another day comes soon,
The ones before enliven, the ones which shall ensue.
Though the day before was bright,
Though the day before was bright,
We look towards the next,
The chance to fly new kites, to strive to do our best.
The steps which we have tripped on,
The days that went away,
Though we might just trip again, there’s a chance to soar high.
Even when the rainfall stops,
The next monsoon is bound to come,
Another patter, another drop like another memory under the sun.
As the heavens continue to glow,
We know not what is yet to be,
Forward, more friendships grow, like flowers under the pollen bees.
For even in the dusty dunes,
Barren fields or foreign seas,
Hope is there yet to be found, it depends on us to seek.
The chance to fly new kites, to strive to do our best.
The steps which we have tripped on,
The days that went away,
Though we might just trip again, there’s a chance to soar high.
Even when the rainfall stops,
The next monsoon is bound to come,
Another patter, another drop like another memory under the sun.
As the heavens continue to glow,
We know not what is yet to be,
Forward, more friendships grow, like flowers under the pollen bees.
For even in the dusty dunes,
Barren fields or foreign seas,
Hope is there yet to be found, it depends on us to seek.
