She gently said to her son, "Sweetheart, you're tired. Close your eyes, and mommy will sing to you, okay?"
The little guy nodded obediently, "Okay, Ah Ling likes listening to mommy sing."
The little guy closed his eyes as he was told.
Ye Qingci reached out and gently caressed her son's little head, softly singing:
The dark sky hangs low
The bright stars follow along
Little bugs fly
Little bugs fly
Who are you missing
Little bugs fly
Flowers sleep
A pair is beautiful
Not afraid of the dark
Only afraid of heartbreak
No matter if tired or not
No matter the direction
Little bugs fly
Flowers sleep
A pair is beautiful
Not afraid of the dark
Only afraid of heartbreak
No matter if tired or not
No matter the direction
Little bugs fly
Flowers sleep
A pair is beautiful
Not afraid of the dark
Only afraid of heartbreak
No matter if tired or not
No matter the direction..."
