When the sunday
of a week enter
We prey to God
To make all day sunday
But now a boring
Sunday life it self
We miss our school,
Class Teachers and our
Dear friends
The stadium
Each deep breath
Now l would like
to spend with my friend
And l would like to drink
A coffee with my friend
Before the corona season
Children was flying like
Butterflies
But now childrens are locked in a room
They read books
And learned new ideology
And listened deeply
