The moon will rise, and the moon will set. At home, a treasure basin is kept. Don't cry, my dear, just close y…
The moon will rise, and the moon will set. At home, a treasure basin is kept. Don't cry, my dear, just close your eyes. While you sleep, treasures multiply. Heavy eyes and dreams so deep. Rest now, my child, drift off to sleep. When morning stars outshine the blue, you'll wake to find your dreams come true.