Thousands of angels,
Get up and sing praises to the children;
Kid!
In his little body,
With a great soul.
Nature:
We are all born babies,
Lying in the cradle of the universe
Motherly love:
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
Motherly love and childlike innocence are naturally integrated;
Creator-
If in eternal life,
There is only one blissful promise,
I want to sincerely beg:
"I'm in my mother's arms,
Mom's on the boat,
The ship is at sea in the moonlight. "