Little you
The eyes of hope for
Touch my flimsy heartstrings
Your smile
Resemble a full-bodied brightness in first sun rays in the morning
Ignite my heart to emerge the blaze that move
The colourful this world of summer
The beamed face with you babyish
On dais
I am told about with asp sound
The most moving canto on the world
That momently
My heart blossoms the flower that gives beauty
Stand by your effeminate atrium
Listen attentively to the sunshine of your Tong Zhi
So you also hope to sing
Nightingale is general wonderful
What so you want is very simple
Want somebody to handhold only your hand
Let you be absent alone
Tell the story that love hears for you
Accompany you to enter dreamland
In the dream
A pair of old hands handhold your little hand
Take you to go to very far place