My Toy Shop

It springs up into an object so prosperous,
The very lantern of my comfort;
The reason is the same, for every year,
A toy shop will improve one day later.

It worked on my head and heart,
Blind was the man who saw my shoulder
With his arms and hands,
The heart of his was very comfortable.

I have a toy shop because I have a toy,
Unimaginable toys are a decoration;
The hands of time shall mind me now,
The toys are like him, the blind man.