Black on your cutie face
I see your cards race
You tried to get the palace
Booming act your spirit pace
For your pride and your life lace
Gold on your clothes pit
Gold for your spirit
Take people along by it
Dance with all umbrellas you flit
Never end even for a bit
A blink left much benefit
Of your attraction seen by sit
The music accompany on every stage
You don’t know about your age
Younger to open your new page
On your classic magic rage
The doves fly away with your hope
To success walking on the spell rope
Cards, stick and ball you cope
Will be your buddy when you lope
Lope to the culminate of your pop
- Tian, June 6 ‘09
