I once used to quietly sketch your face Sunlight on Rice Paper Carving a wish into the desk Are they

I once used to quietly sketch your face Sunlight on Rice Paper Carving a wish into the desk Are they all just the same? Through a tiny window, I gaze at the starlight outside Childhood dreams I once used to quietly sketch your face Even as I take up my pen to write, I cannot forget The place I once longed to leave behind A distant land beyond return As the wind scatters these passing years, the calligraphy paper begins to yellow with age Yet the sunshine deep within my heart remains unchanged --ar 16:9 --v 8