The poem Mother by Candlelight

Mom, I want to say something to you. I swallowed it. Mom, I want to smile at you, but there are small tears in my eyes. Oh, mom, mom by candlelight, your black hair is covered with frost. Oh, mom, mom by candlelight, there are so many cares printed on your cheeks. Oh, mom, mom by candlelight, your waist is no longer straight. Mom, mom by candlelight, why have your eyes lost their luster?