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.
Balkos de Paper
-Send it to mom.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am not discouraged. I fold it every day.
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter Wan Shui Qian Shan who folded it with tears.
Begging him to bring her love and sadness home.
These things—
This is a memory that will never die.
Yueming garden
Under the leaves of vines
On mother's knee.
Mom!
Put aside your troubles.
Let me sink into your arms.
Only you are the destination of my soul.