Just thinking about my grandma and when she used to sing to me as a little boy

お手てつないで
野道を行けば
みんな可愛い
小鳥になって
唄をうたえば 靴が鳴る
晴れたみ空に 靴が鳴る

花をつんでは
お頭にさせば
みんな可愛い
うさぎになって
はねて踊れば 靴が鳴る
晴れたみ空に 靴が鳴る

She is the strongest woman i know. My grandparents came to America with three small boys not knowing anybody or the language,they just had a dream.

Miss you obachan! -D

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