Stars in the sky at the summer night,
just like giggling girls,
for all their efforts of hiding themselves,
are easy to be seen by all.

How about taking off your suit of armor.
It's already deep in the night.
And as you know, in this house we are alone.
And as you see, I'm this kind of a minor poet.
You need to be ready for nothing.
How about putting down your suit of armor.
I'd like to read a lullaby tonight, for you.