The Crowd Is Every Delicacy, Very Delicate

The crowd is every delicacy, very delicate,
Too crowded around, it bothers,
When the big sister talks, it's nice conversation,
Hello to everyone, it gives him pleasure,

Coolness to me, a glass greeting,
Kindness to me, cascading words,
Sisterhood to me, idealist, friend,
Her pleasure is beautiful, my eyes are searching.

Very happy with this news,
The games he will always play with his brother, in his tiny world,
She had dreamed of the sweet side, of being a big sister to him.
But one day,
The little accident she had, his mother on the way to the field,
It put an end to her dreams.