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Kiyoko Nagase

Humor Me with Your Sweet Words

Humor me with your sweet words.
Please me with your warm voice.
Will you accept and compliment
my thoughtfulness for you even though I am naive?
Please humor me with your grateful smile
to tell me that you need me more than anyone else.

When you do
will I feel self-important, and become arrogant?
No, no.
I will clutch your words as if they were a tender tendril.
Empowered by them, I will raise myself.
I will become more and more loving.
I will become a more and more beautiful
and thoughtful woman.

Ah, I grew up in a land so barren.
In my deprived heart the only wish
is to feel joy in believing I please you.
If you understand it even as much as
a morning dew or a breeze
my eyes will be filled with a youthful glimmer.
Humored and fooled I will be enriched
and joyful tears will well up in my eyes.
Ah, lead me with your gentle applause
as you’d lead on the blind-folded oni of a game of tag.

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Humor Me with Your Sweet Words

Humor me with your sweet words.
Please me with your warm voice.
Will you accept and compliment
my thoughtfulness for you even though I am naive?
Please humor me with your grateful smile
to tell me that you need me more than anyone else.

When you do
will I feel self-important, and become arrogant?
No, no.
I will clutch your words as if they were a tender tendril.
Empowered by them, I will raise myself.
I will become more and more loving.
I will become a more and more beautiful
and thoughtful woman.

Ah, I grew up in a land so barren.
In my deprived heart the only wish
is to feel joy in believing I please you.
If you understand it even as much as
a morning dew or a breeze
my eyes will be filled with a youthful glimmer.
Humored and fooled I will be enriched
and joyful tears will well up in my eyes.
Ah, lead me with your gentle applause
as you’d lead on the blind-folded oni of a game of tag.

Humor Me with Your Sweet Words

Humor me with your sweet words.
Please me with your warm voice.
Will you accept and compliment
my thoughtfulness for you even though I am naive?
Please humor me with your grateful smile
to tell me that you need me more than anyone else.

When you do
will I feel self-important, and become arrogant?
No, no.
I will clutch your words as if they were a tender tendril.
Empowered by them, I will raise myself.
I will become more and more loving.
I will become a more and more beautiful
and thoughtful woman.

Ah, I grew up in a land so barren.
In my deprived heart the only wish
is to feel joy in believing I please you.
If you understand it even as much as
a morning dew or a breeze
my eyes will be filled with a youthful glimmer.
Humored and fooled I will be enriched
and joyful tears will well up in my eyes.
Ah, lead me with your gentle applause
as you’d lead on the blind-folded oni of a game of tag.
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