Baby sleep, gently sleep Life is long and love is deep Time will be, sweet for thee All the world to see
Time to look about and know Though the shadows come and go How the breeze, stirs the trees How the blossoms grow
One night, he didn't eat and wandered around the street hungry. He hoped to meet an acquaintance and borrow some money to satisfy his hunger. But I haven't met any acquaintances for a long time. At this time, he went to the door of a luxury hotel, he went in and sat down at a table.
Suddenly, he found an old newspaper on the table, and Schubert picked it up and looked at it. He saw a poem on it: "sleep, sleep, my dear baby, my mother's hands gently shaking you,..." This simple and moving poem touched the composer's heart. Before his eyes, there appeared the image of a loving mother.
What a wonderful life it is that the silver moonlight shines on the mother and son through the window Schubert could no longer restrain himself, so he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, took out a pencil, hummed, and wrote rapidly.