I love that precious curve, The most when it's because of me. Hearing the mellifluous giggle of a kid, It feels even better than the morning coffee. The purest form of happiness seen on that face, Priceless smile for a bar of small chocolate. The innocent heart who trusts everyone, Who doesn't even know what is hate. You just have to make him smile, He will love you for the rest of his childhood. It will make you forget the problems of your life, That tiny tadpole can make your day good. Like the field full of colorful flower, Like the first run of monsoon, The smile is just full of cuteness, It is lovely, more than a loon. Maybe it's just a simple emotion, But, bet, it gives peace. Surely you'll admire it, That curve reaching to his small eyes.