When I was a small child, I’d love to gaze at the blue sky, Waiting for my favorite cloud, With special thought flying high. Dream of gaining plenty of happiness and never cry., As I’m brought up, Gradually I got into the mysterious night, Feeling the cold air touching my hair, And the beautiful darkness in front of my eyes. Being an explorer of the dark came quickly to my mind. Then I’m growing to maturity, Facing and challenging much more difficulty, But I still wonder the night and the moon shining. My dream is changing and changing, All about the moon--a large of knowledge. And always, I think most of the stars at night, They are shining in the night sky enchantingly, And showing my wonderful dream clearly, --Use its own light to warm up the world!