Fresh dead birds fly from the back of the church
　　Our collar, covered with flowers
　　(Mom why not to do)
　　The boys in the repair last mustache
　　Girls rouge the last time in the paint
　　Decided not to go to a ball of
　　Hands grip the cane that the earth does not knock
　　Lights and Shadows will no longer play on the bridge of the nose glasses
　　Purple handkerchief and girls when the package is no longer on the outing was a sweet strawberry
　　(Mom why not to do)
　　There are pillows of the "Simon"
　　Do not bother to read a second time
　　The Secret of Life
　　Originally hidden in only the long dark wooden house
　　Tomorrow is the spring you
　　We got the chair
　　To the crossroads to see what picture yo
　　Tomorrow is the birthday you
　　Satin clothes we wear so well
　　Boats they could not help but shake the bridge to the heart of the grandmother yo
　　The fresh corpse of a bird to fly from the back of the church
　　Priests crying about the organ in
　　Nuns rolling to read what ah
　　(Mom why not to do)
　　Interestingly, her description of the Ching Ming Festival
　　I planted a small poplar will
　　I do not love that rustling sound
　　Blame the bleak, is not
　　Ah, the eyes in the peristaltic what did
　　Maggots have to disturb them yo
　　No tears but also a good drink
　　(Mom why not to do)