I always feel that winter nights are long.
The sun stopped early.
Started a night dream.
Under the dim oil lamp
A pair of dry hands
Thread a needle into a thread.
Repair the change of time
Mother murmured a prayer.
Expect children to grow up quickly
Tell us about the painful past.
Sounds like a fairy tale in a dream.
Sleep with me.
Wake up at midnight
The light is still on.
Needle and thread in mother's hand
Still traveling through time
See my mother's figure
Reflected on the dim wall
My heart is like a depressed dark cloud.
Left a hazy sadness.
See mother's eyes
Still shining
Kindness to mother
With great admiration
Mother is like the sun in the sky.
Shine forever.
Under the dim oil lamp
Spend my childhood with me.
On that flat pit
Our brothers all grew up in dreams.
Dreams are flowing clouds.
Dreams are the blowing wind.
Mother is in a needle and thread.
Weave flying wings for us.
Let us have an ideal.
Let's fly.
A pit in the north
This is the bed of the sun.
Childhood dream
I grew up in this bed.
There is maternal love here.
There is maternal love here.
Like a silk thread in a mother's hand.
Has been firmly sewn on the dream.
No matter where I am
No matter where I am in the cape.
As long as in the dream
You can see your mother's figure.
And that affectionate eye god.