When the brilliant stars hover over the head,
And the brilliant moon makes the room incandescent,
The laziness slinks leisurely and kisses my eyes
And then I have glimpses of my past
lingering in my head one by one.

How the threads of contentment and happiness
Weave into a full piece of cloth of memories
from cradle to grave.
How my mother used to hum lullabies for me,
How gentle her lap seems to be.


How blissful those days were,
But with sigh I would say,
Those bloomy days are replaced by some gloomy days.
Now there are jingles of wind chimes and chirps of crickets
instead of those harmonious lullabies.

May this sleep never halt, may the time freeze,
May I get salvation like this.