Wanderers, a group of children without the pain of their parents!
When I came back, I couldn't find my dream home.
Wandering, wild dogs and wolves are everywhere!
I'm scared, I'm black and blue,
My heart still belongs to China!
I'm afraid this house is not open to me,
Still more than those delicate children
Love our mother and motherland even more!
Although, I also protected my brothers and sisters,
For it, it was born in the battlefield of blood shed;
Although I have never forgotten that I am a descendant of the Chinese people,
For this, I feel proud and proud-
I was young and strong at that time.
Home door-just a few feet away,
I am a guilty child;
The guilt of making mistakes lashed my conscience,
So I can't knock, just for me.
A closed door.
I'm not as good as my sisters who play the piano and sing.
I fished up all the money and black eyes;
I left my mother when I left my leg.
I adore countless younger brothers and sisters.
And lovers who once swore to each other ...
The wallet is bulging,
Quickly turned to the other side of the village,
Towards blonde hair and thick chest hair
Flattery and even body.
Enjoy the scenery and charm of the West Village!
Until the day when I was weak,
Put on bright lipstick,
Apply wallpaper-thick powder,
Cover the cracks on the face and eyes.
Qiqi goes back to her mother's house for her birthday!
I also want to celebrate my mother's birthday.
I'm locked out!
I don't grieve or cry,
I'm proud that although I'm not mom's best son,
But I thought of my mother when she was in trouble;
I don't grieve or cry,
I'm proud that although I'm not mom's best son,
I can't drag my mother into the water when I am in trouble;
I feel ashamed and sorry,
Shame, regret your mistake,
Tired with my brother!
I feel ashamed and sorry,
Shame, regret, I am no longer young,
Can't lead the charge!
Let me walk in the wild,
Although, there are wolves and dogs everywhere.
If I kill a wild dog, I will vomit dog meat.
Bitten to death by wild dogs, I was born again;
Twenty years later, another hero!
My heart will always belong to my mother,
My mother will one day.
Meditate, in your heart
I'm her best, too
The best, the best child!