But mom doesn't love us.
Our love is a stream,
Motherly love is the ocean.
Dew on Achnatherum splendens,
Round and bright
That's light from the sun.
April day
Half smart, half smart,
That's where the spring breeze passes.
Our happiness
It is the smile on the mother's face;
Our pain
It is the deep sadness in my mother's eyes.
We can walk a long way.
But I will never walk out of the square in my mother's heart.
The sunshine outside is so bright,
Are the flowers tightly around the green trees?
I enjoy the beautiful scenery happily.
I will never forget this precious gift you gave me.
I don't want to mention your meticulous concern for me.
I don't want to mention your boring words to me again.
It's always unknown,
Never finish writing, never catch.
You once said to me,
I am the most important person in your life,
Thank God for giving me to you.
Now I want to tell you,
Mom, you too.
Mom, do you know how great you are?
In my eyes,
You are the embodiment of the beautiful things in the world,
Forever sacred;
You are an angel in my heart,
In the future, I will not only let you guard,
I will protect you, too.
Maybe others will think it's exaggerated,
But not to me.
In the face of these poor words,
I can never express one third of your love for me.