O darling! One thing I cherish,
This real form of you to perish.
I'll make you bonsai, a belittled tree,
And you'll be detained in my heart, not free.

What a charming idea, think!
In a tiny room you will remain without outside link.
You'll never face reality of earth,
Enjoy the transformation of lovely rebirth.

The world is full of chaos and killing,
Nothing will touch you, sweet darling.
Society. weapon, religious terror,
Any of these won't show you horror.

What to do? Tell me anyone,
How can be his heart won?
Can't be human being made small?
Where will I find that technology, pal?


I'll keep him in deep of mind,
Making bonsai of a small kind.
He won't grow up and grieve me in future,
I will ruin his pride and stop his torture.