As I tiptoe across the street, dragging my feet on the floor,
I came across a souvenir store.
I saw many of them before my eyes,
They were as fragile as glass.
A big heart that covers the world,
The merlon as white as snow.
So bright, seen from the other side of the world.
Keeping dangers away from me,
Letting in the good dreams,
Not the mean.
As I switch on the light
The lights go
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle.
My night light embarks with different colours,
Letting in the good dreams,
Not the mean.