Gazing your face on,
So long, so long,
Even to blink am I reluctant.
In haloes wrinkled by dimples,
You sleep as quietly as a baby.
Can’t help kissing your face,
Gently as dragonflies dance.
Ripples on water stirred up from hence,
Round by round,
Echoes on my heart could be found.
Baby, good night,
May sweet dreams come to you every night,
And always I am beside.
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