You used to be,
God is in my heart.
Tall and strong,
Have a mind like a mountain.
Hold your big hand,
Stumbling in your footsteps,
I'm like that,
Proud!
You know everything,
I want to know,
Why do you have this idea,
So much knowledge? !
I grew up,
Gradually rebel,
Stuff it in my heart,
You're not tall anymore,
Because I'm taller than you,
No longer needed,
Grab your skirt,
On the Internet,
I surf to my heart's content,
I look at you happily,
Lost eyes ...
I'm working,
In a dangerous workplace,
I often make mistakes,
In the smoke of commercial war,
I lost my soul,
Then a big hand reached out and rolled up.
My weak body,
Inspiring encouragement,
Make me cry.
Father,
My dear father,
You are still a mountain,
You,
Nevertheless,
I'll never get old,
Patron saint!