Just in the middle of the game
Sometimes there seems to be a ballad revolving around my toy.
It's the song she hummed when she shook my cradle.
I don't remember my mother.
But in the early autumn morning,
The smell of acacia flowers is floating in the air.
The smell of morning prayers in the temple seemed to bring me the breath of my mother.
I don't remember my mother.
Only when I look at the blue sky in the distance from my bedroom window
It seems to me that my mother is staring at my face.
Filled the whole sky