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[You] In my message (book),
(You) wrote [your] thin handwriting.
[I regard it as] (that is) the password of happiness,
lead me [toward] the territory (land) [domain] of happiness.
I like to hold your little hand,
Put her in my heart,
I say these are (a pair of) special (pair of) little hands,
< p>Can be unscrewed, can be unscrewed,My (tangled) melancholy.
Let my heart dance for you (.)[, they will,
Turn into tops,
amuse me.] Note, the image here is unclear. Is it the hand or the heart that turns into tops? How come there is only one? Have many hands? Or many hearts?
(I) like to travel with you.
(That way I) will be happy looking at everything,
You scratch my head with your eyes They,
they will giggle,
but if you really do this,
they will laugh like heaven and earth,
They are all tilting. Once again, the image is not clear and I am a bit confused. Am I happy or is what I see happy?
I [original](more) want to make you happy,
looking at you and smiling. (Note: Are you laughing or am I laughing? The rest of the part is rather confusing, so I dare not make any comments)
Maybe, maybe we,
are all wondering and thinking
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We really don’t understand
Who should control this happy yoke
. . . .
Who should control the measure of happiness?
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