Uncle's Visit
Tonight, sleep is a fragile vehicle
The night has already enveloped
A little child in a knitted blanket
Threaded with darkness, grey clouds
Sprinkled on it are pearl-like stars
A little child in a knitted blanket
Threaded with darkness, grey clouds
Sprinkled on it are pearl-like stars
Yet sleep is fretful
Fuel-less and riding rough
Bumping here and breaking down there
Fuel-less and riding rough
Bumping here and breaking down there
May be it is waiting for the wind
The uncle who sings
Lullabies softly with music
Of a revolving fan on the ceiling
The uncle who sings
Lullabies softly with music
Of a revolving fan on the ceiling
But it seems
Thunderstorms this evening
Made him so spiteful
He has stomped trees;
Leaves and branches have fallen
Along with electric posts
Thunderstorms this evening
Made him so spiteful
He has stomped trees;
Leaves and branches have fallen
Along with electric posts
Maybe now he is too ashamed
To come to a little child
Riding its fragile sleep vehicle
To come to a little child
Riding its fragile sleep vehicle
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