You were born.


A small body.


I am surprised at the new world and raise a voice.


"What should you be going to like for the name?"


While gentle father embraces you, I say.


Mother cries.


Are you sad?


Hmm?


Father cries, too.


You cry, too.


But I am sad.


When this is nice, it is a feeling.


They decide your name, and father and mother watch your life from now on.


You continue being loved all the time from now on.


Do not forget it.


Time when you were born.


If time when you give birth sometime comes, I surely say in this way.


"Thank you for being born."