You are a fire that never goes out.
In may,
Burning with youth and loneliness.
From birth to death,
Leave home.
Your light is my rudder,
You wrapped me in flames.
Mom, I want to tell you,
When you smile, it's cute.
When you cry, you are silent.
Twenty spring and autumn,
This is an endless hillside.
Twenty years,
Wrinkle your forehead.
Mom, I want to tell you,
There is a river between us.
My stubbornness flows in the river.
And your silence.
How many times I woke up, I was on this side of the Yangtze River.
Seeing the tears in your eyes,
The tide is surging.
Mom, my dear mom.