It's my blessing, don't worry
I'll probably land and leave, I'll retire
Many days I'll plant the soil until my finger burns
I'll probably land and leave, I'll retire
It's my blessing, don't worry
I'll probably land and leave, I'll retire
Still I'll plant the soil until my finger burns
Yes, I want my greens to my blood
And my carrots to my peas and carrots
I'll make me a hotpot, green banana