Your pale fingertips are on my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Hold on to your skirt.
Ah, mom.
Oiy Mama
In order to keep your fading figure
In order to keep your faded figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
Although the dawn turned the dream into nothing
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
I still have that scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Afraid that washing raccoons will succeed
Lose your unique warmth
Losing your special warmth
Ah, mom.
Oiy Mama
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
Time and tide are not equally ruthless.
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
I'm afraid my memory will fade, too
How dare I open its screen easily?
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
Now that I have a crown, I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Dare not moan
Ah, mom.
Oiy Mama
I often look up at your photos sadly.
I often look at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
To flowers, to the sea and to the dawn.
Ah, mom.
Oiy Mama
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
My sweet, soft and quiet memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
Not rapids, not waterfalls.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
This is a dry well, and you can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees.