On crutches,
Limping along,
I followed,
On the road in the field,
In the furrow of the vegetable garden,
Leave her little footprints.
The wind blew up her white hair,
Dance like a silver thread.
On her thin face,
Smile,
A pair of deep eyes looked ahead.
Never give up,
Not afraid of difficulties,
Grandma who has been tired all her life!
Walk slowly!
It's time to have a rest,
Let me hit you on the back,
Let me bring you rice and tea,
Let me help you,
But you love us so much,
Knowing that we are busy,
Unwilling to burden us.
Silkworms in spring weave until they die,
This is you,
Until he was seriously ill in bed,
You can have a rest,
even so
You only have a few days off,
Left us,
I know,
That you love us.
Without you,
I miss you very much!
Miss you but can't see you,
I just want to find you in my dream.
Dear grandma!
May you be in heaven,
Life without suffering is happy.