Under the windows piled up of the dust
I hear sound of the bells
It overflows that
the laughter of the door over
You wore favorite nightclothes,
And your eyes are shining
You are watching hands of a clock, as if it's a 'Staring contest'
You look happy, don't you?
In the blessed sky, if white snows
start falling, and I will go to you
I hope you stay a good girl, and once in the year
Happiness comes to you
You don't remember the morning
When we met first time, do you?
Though there are neither wonderful dress,
Nor roses
I am good listener,
So I found myself as your good-friend, soon
Though I can't make words to tell,
I was so happy
On first winter, I asked for hair ornamentation
Matching with you
Give me a name, and I hope call my name
with your soft voice
Present from my dearest
It's much larger than last year
Every time I untie ribbon,
and I feel slightly uneasy when I look to your face
Someday you get old,
I hope you hold me with your wrinkled hand
Until your last-day, (I'm happy) to be your side,
That's all...
The doll always remembers you,
In the box
I'm glad I met you,
Thank you for loving me so much