How far is the road to heaven?
Only let you go for 78 years,
Seventy-eight years of heavy footsteps
Measure the hardships of life
The passage of time.
Sad world
I am your crying orphan,
Fifty years of parenting experience
Without you, I lost my home.
Calling mother in the boundless sky.
No response.
I have to wander in the open wilderness.
Can you ask heaven?
Can life and death be avoided in the world?
If tears can wake up the dead
Can stop time and life and death,
If tears can repair the Great Wall of sadness
I'd rather be reincarnated as Meng Jiangnu.
Let tears turn into rivers and flow into the sea.
Carve an immortal monument.
The grief of mother and daughter laid the foundation of Mount Everest.
Thousands of shouts
Why can't I see you coming back,
Find a place to break through. What are iron shoes?
Where to look for your trace;
The figure screened under the eaves
Open the shape of the discharge dam with crutches,
When will the dream end?
I can't listen to you calling my name anymore.
Mom, sadness can only become piles of paper money every night.
My heart is burning with heaviness.
Raise gently.
Fly slowly,
Are you really here to collect it?
Burned out the paper, but ignited my thoughts again and again.
Immortal soul.
Mom, the blazing flame is so strong.
Burning my trembling hands.
But you can't dry your sad, hot and wet heart,
Suffer such pain
Stop at the climax,
He scorched me.
And burn all my love for you.
God, I'm your empty shell slave.
Mom, the palm tree in front of the door is still there.
The old house you built during the day is empty,
Your little sister's toilet is still there.
Your little girl is helpless,
I say
The desire to take you to Sichuan is gone.
Why do you harden your heart?
I worked hard all my life.
Help the poor and the weak all your life.
78 years of vicissitudes
Accumulate so much spiritual wealth
Finally, you took a coffin,
The earth buried your life again and again.
Bury their children in grief.
Buried the sacred cry in the world
Mom-my own mom!
Mother, give the dead water and rice.
My daughter cooks with tears every night.
My daughter's sad heart is hard for me to accept.
You left, taking away your daughter's affection for fifty years.
Even though I am a hundred years old.
I'm as empty without you.
I lost my mother's beloved home,
Even if I have children and grandchildren.
I love you too.
Miss you, my mother,
Is the red snake who accidentally entered the house your incarnation?
Do you miss your daughter too?
A snake will have a sign?
Miss you, my mother,
Don't you love your sad daughter any more?
Help me, tell me.
When to walk out of the sad scene of not thinking about you.