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.