There she is, with her new cotton sleeping dress, fall asleep in the sofa, but still clatching the red balloon. Oh, she love the balloon so much, it contains her sweet dream and the red color is so cute for her.
Precious moment that when she recalls her chidrenhood, it will come as a most precious moment in her life, so i recorded it down for my own happiness.
Pretty women
Are a wonder.
Sitting in the window or
Standing on the stair
Something in them cheers the air.
Blowing out their candles or
Combing out their hair,
Even when they leave
They still are there.
Ah! Pretty women, at their mirrors,
In their gardens,
Letter-writing,
Flower-picking,
Weather-watching.
How they make a man sing!
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down
Waiting for the crystal shoes, feeling cosy and happy.
