Because he wants to be alone.

When the little heart stops beating for a few hours,

People think he is dead.

The child was hastily buried in the wet sand.

Holding a music box in his hand

The first snow covered the grave.

Gently awakened the child.

In the cold winter night

The young mind has come back to life.

Frost hit the child.

He opened the music box.

Melodious tones are floating in the wind.

Children's songs come from underground.

"The knight jumped on horseback."

But no angel flew down.

"My heart can't beat any more."

But only the rain cries at the grave.

"The knight jumped on horseback."

Melodious tones are floating in the wind.

"My heart can't beat any more."

Children's songs come from underground.

Moonlight in Leng Yan

It heard a whimper in the night sky.

But no angel flew down.

But only the rain cries at the grave.

In a hard oak coffin

The child plays with the music box.

Melodious tones are floating in the wind.

Children's songs come from underground.

"The knight jumped on horseback."

But no angel flew down.

"My heart can't beat any more."

But only the rain cries at the grave.

"The knight jumped on horseback."

Melodious tones are floating in the wind.

"My heart can't beat any more."

Children's songs come from underground.

People heard it on "Death Sunday".

Sweet tones are floating in the wind.

They dug up the grave.

Saved the child's young mind.