ere it comes to kiss baby's eyes.

　　The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps, does anybody know where it was born?

　　Yes, there is a rumor that a young soft beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning-the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps.

　　The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby's limbs - does anybody know where it was hidden so long?

　　Yes, when the mother was a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on baby's limbs.