Cradle Song
——Gift to Ami
Flow, flow,
The fragrant body temperature,
< p> Quiet, quiet,Flow into the baby’s little life,
Your beginning is in my heart,
When your father and I< /p>
Overflowing with love.
Close your mouth,
Don’t imitate the sounds made by adults,
Let my face be washed away by the flow of time
I am close to you from afar, be a good boy!
Gone, gone
How we envy you
Soft vocal cords.
Shake, shake,
The nascent flame,
Although my long black hair covers you,
Although I Put you into a little body,
You are about to come, into the adult world,
Shake, shake,
My melancholy, my joy.
Come on, come on,
A dream of nothing,
Gently, gently,
Fall on the baby’s smiling face Eyes,
When you grow up, you will carry the guilt,
criticism from all directions
mouths.
I hope you have countless gold
so that you can enjoy the eternity of virtue,
half-covered, half-serious,
Sleep, sleep,
In your isolated world,
let no keen sense
confuse you and make you miserable.
Sleep, sleep, the embodiment of my heart,
The fate of malice has gone with you,
It will be raised with me
Your life, your purity.
Go, go,
For the sake of happiness,
Baby, don’t wake up yet.
October 1941