我抬头仰望，                                                                            看见月亮;                                                                                 我抬头仰望，                                                                        看见光亮。                                                                             我想那月亮中，                                                                     或许有一粒种子;                                                                            我想那种子里，                                                                       或许有希望。                                                                          瞧，那洁白的圆盘，                                                                  不就是梦想的摇篮？                                                              瞧，那光芒四射 ，                                                               不就是暖阳？                                                                         我想此刻，                                                                             你一定仰望，                                                                          仰望月亮，                                                                              仰望光亮。