Watchful mother
She always leans over and looks at us.
She's always there watching us,
Worried that we would be late,
We'll panic her when we get home late,
By the window in winter,
Stay by the window in winter
Summer is by the door;
Leaning against the door in summer.
Although we laughed at her gently,
We laughed at her kindly.
Who has such Funik care,
This concern seems to be beyond the normal range.
The way home seems safer,
But the long journey home increased the sense of security.
Because she was waiting there.
Because she is eagerly looking forward to it.
All she can think about is us.
What she thinks about is us,
She will never forget!
But never forget!
So I think where she is.
I'm glad to feel her expectations.
She must still be watching,
Wherever she is.
Wait until we get back to her
Watch until we get back to her.
Worried about whether we are late.
If she comes home late, it will make her panic.
Watching from the window of heaven
Watching from the window of heaven,
Leaning at the gate of heaven.
Standing on the porch of heaven.