• hayaxumbal 5w

    That's how I become pretty

    I wonder and think
    How people become so cruel
    I promise I will be kind
    That's how I become pretty.

    I walk around in the aisle
    I look at passer-by
    I threw a smile at everyone
    And feel myself fly
    And made myself pretty

    I went into the nearest park
    I hold the baggage of an old man
    He gave me a kind smile
    My heart feel fly
    He made me feel pretty.

    I took a bucket
    Fill it with love
    Whoever I meet ,I give them some love
    That's how I become pretty

    Hayaxumbal