Son, can you feel it?
If you secretly shed tears that night,
Whispering my name, I can only wipe it carefully,
I wish I could dry those tears.
I want to blow away the wild flowers flying in the fields in spring.
Let fragrance decorate your elegant skirt,
I remember that it was a dress I made for you that year, and I can't embroider petals.
When you walk through midsummer, I will encourage those leaves,
Send you a cooling-off period.
It was a busy night, and my little face was sweating under the light.
I don't have time to fan you,
I hope the coolness can make up for it
When you see the gold falling in autumn,
I want to pick a maple leaf, and the fiery red color is dotted with delicate veins.
I hope you can pick up that fallen leaf,
That's a bookmark I carefully selected for you and put it in that old diary.
I know your silence, write down your sadness, but tell me your happiness.
I think I want to share that loneliness.
When you sigh about winter,
Maybe,
I can't give it any more,
That cold wind, I want to take it away quietly,
Even if loneliness and loneliness are intertwined, it is better than cold.
If you call my name,
Mom, where are you?
It's time to leave,
Even the breeze of the four seasons can only be silently guarded.
I can't take up any time.
I want to become a breeze, quietly, accompany you through the four seasons,
Through the future that has never been reached,
Nevertheless,
The past is like the wind.