You have a kind smile.
Like a lullaby that has been sung for a long time.
Shake the days with the rhythm
Put me to sleep.
Send it to the warm sunshine every morning.
Seedlings bathed in dew.
Grow up healthily in the warm spring breeze
Mom, my dear mom.
You work hard and have no regrets.
For the healthy growth of seedlings.
Your 1000 times of careful care
Even if it hurts the body.
You too.
So you can be in front of thousands of mothers
Kan Kan and talk, proudly show off.
Mom, my dear mom.
Except for the pain in October
I know your broad mind.
What I put up with is endless architecture.
On that building.
Ploughshare and years run to the extreme.
You chase after black hair and white hair.
That's your kind eyes with a smile on your face.
A vibrant plant.
In the warm sunshine of the motherland
grow up healthy and strong
Mom, my dear mom.
Whether I throw myself into your warm arms or not.
Or wandering in a foreign country
My roots are always deeply rooted in your yellow land.
Can you grow up healthily and sturdily?
Always associated with my destiny.