Wave a clean moonlight handkerchief.
Gently wipe away my adult sadness.
Grandma, you came from the dark mountain road.
Pick a glittering and translucent spray of the Milky Way.
Quietly put it on my sleeping pillow.
Grandma, you have never left me.
Every step of the road is bumpy.
Don't cry, don't cry
Grandma, in your distant eyes
How can I cry at the suffering
That little girl with two croissants
will always be the flower in your smile
Grandma, let's go back to
the days when seasons overlap
roast sweet potatoes and then create sweet fragrance
small flowers in a steaming earthen stove. You are sitting under the ginkgo tree
sewing a new coat for me for years
You sew the flowers in spring
the transparent stream in summer
the long white clouds in autumn
and the sunset hills in winter
into your clothes
Countless sunshine of love
will warm me all my life
Grandma.