At a stone's throw away from the sea of time
in the land of Nearby, which is as near as mine
the emperor hat a special flute
made out of precious wood
And in its reflection he could see things
happiness, laughter, a child that sings
But he'd better watch it
he should not touch it
the happiness would fade, the laughter die
the singing-child would start to cry
The emperor, he knew it
and what did he do?
He blew it.