Doll's Box
Under the windows piled up of the dustI hear sound of the bellsIt overflows thatthe laughter of the door over
You wore favorite nightclothes,And your eyes are shiningYou are watching hands of a clock, as if it's a 'Staring contest'You look happy, don't you?
In the blessed sky, if white snowsstart falling, and I will go to youI hope you stay a good girl, and once in the yearHappiness comes to you
You don't remember the morningWhen we met first time, do you?Though there are neither wonderful dress,Nor roses
I am good listener,So I found myself as your good-friend, soonThough I can't make words to tell,I was so happy
On first winter, I asked for hair ornamentationMatching with youGive me a name, and I hope call my namewith your soft voice
Present from my dearestIt's much larger than last yearEvery time I untie ribbon,and I feel slightly uneasy when I look to your face
Someday you get old,I hope you hold me with your wrinkled handUntil your last-day, (I'm happy) to be your side,That's all...
The doll always remembers you,In the boxI'm glad I met you,Thank you for loving me so much