Lullaby of Takeda, the darkness don't shine
I would hate babysitting beyond the Bon festival. The snow begins to fall, and the baby cries. How can I be happy, even when Bon festival is here? I don't have nice clothes, I don't have an obi sash to wear. This child continues to cry, and is mean to me. Everyday, I grow thinner. I would quickly quit here and go back. To the other side of the mountain I can see, my parent's house. To the other side of the mountain I can see, my parent's house.
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