I wish I was a star
That could shoot very far..
And everyone could see,
In the night sky..
East to China, West to Rome
Many routes between to home
Silk for silver, Spices for gold..
We all share our myths and thoughts..
Noodles vs pasta, pancake vs pizza,
More food become similer..
soft like cotton, won't be rotten..
The silk tie won't be forgotten..
Two thousand years five thousand miles..
Both words become a great big smile!
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