In My Cradle

In the lovely spring season, I am swinging In my wonderful cradle With great peace and happiness, There is no trace of fear and anxiety, I swing and swing spontaneously From known to unknown realm, Gradually I meet different creatures Of different spheres And learn many important things about them With great skill and efficiency, But then suddenly it happens, I see my glorious cradle is broken By a violent wind, The dark devil cruelly laughs at me, What a fool he is! He does not know Even in the broken cradle I can easily swing With true ease and delight.