Mom, you are dew, and I am grass. When my soul dries up, who is my source of water except you!
Mother, you are the atmosphere and I am the earth. When disaster comes, who is my umbrella except you in the vast universe!
Mother, you are the soil and I am the flower. When I am roasting in the sun, who can nourish my dry heart except you!
Mom, you are running water and I am a fish. When the drought comes, who can provide me with a stable home except you!
Mom, you are the sunshine and I am the flower. After the storm, who will give me comfort and warmth except you!
Mom, you are a branch, I am a new leaf, and the whistling wind is coming. Who do I rely on in the cold except you!
Mom, you are the warm sun, and I am the iris. When my heart is full of despair, who will bring the only warmth except you!
Mom, you are the sunshine, I am the air, too many haze is eroding me, who can make my heart warm again except you!
Mother, you are the harbor, I am the boat, and the storm at sea is coming. Who do I rely on in the storm except you!