When you look into the light,
the colorful shards are dancing.
out of small holes to create the
Con con con.
Take a peek at the wolf.
There’s no baby goat
in our house. Please come home.
Con con con,
where are you?
If you look into it, the apple seller’s grandmother, there’s no Snow White in my house.
Ton ton ton,
foot music stops in front of the door When I look at it,
the mother opens the key and says, “Come back.