Show me a mirror,
my true identity, a picture clear!
Jump one to nursery,
jump two and school starts.
Jump three takes me to college.
I have no time to think about who am I?
Disappointing!!! Not convincing!!!
At once can forget about Darwin's disappointment,
how will I repay my sculpturer?
I just forgot to have my own style.
Imitating, imitating and imitating.
What is that which can make
me leave monkey jumping?
Opps...!! My head is spinning.
There are trees of prejudices;
like those sour grapes,
who can stop me clinging?
I scratch the past badly,
like my ancestors scrape their chest.
Who can recognize my true character?
Even nature feel I am still a nut.
Somebody please make me a man.
Show me a mirror,
my true identity, a picture clear!
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