Perhaps you cried yourself tired;
Perhaps you feel like taking a nap,
Then I'll tell the owls not to cough,
The frogs not to croak, and the bats not to fly.
I won't let the sun pry your eyelids up
Or the wind brush your fore head.
No one will startle or awake you;
A pine parasol will shade you.
Perhaps you will hear earthworms turning soil
And grass roots sucking water;
Perhaps the music you hear will be sweeter than human curse.
Then close your eyes tightly;
I'll let you sleep, let you sleep.
I'll cover you gently with yellow earth
And set the smoke of paper gold slowly rising.