Allow me to walk along with You

But oh, how tall are You to my view

I pull Your hand, why don't You bend

I shall put a pathetic face, see, If You won't bend

See, Your height with mine is but equivalent

Into my eyes, yes, You will see, isn't it?

Those looks, in fact, appear very fondly

Resembling the cheer of mother-father jointly.

The feeding hand of mother, the kissing lips of father

Your love enormous is boundless, similar to theirs

Endearing, certainly charming is Your smile

Hereafter, You should stay with me all the while.