Your baby-like sleeping posture
Mother is always moved by it
Did you know that
Mother will always be moved by it? I caressed your face with my long hair
Lest I might wake you up
You moved slightly
As if a dream was waiting
< p> Quietly go looking for dreams againMom’s long hair
Black hair turns white
You still don’t go home
Mom’s long hair
The green hair has long turned into white hair
Your boy-like sleeping posture
Mom’s motherhood is always like spring The germination of Gently. Moved
As if sleep was waiting
Quietly looking for dreams again
Mom's long hair
The black hair turns to white hair
You still don’t go home
Mom’s long hair
The black hair turns to white hair long ago