Wind and rain, have to take off my clothes.
Home, give me one road sign after another.
Mother will never get tired of staring at me.
Ancient and eternal care
Sometimes, my mother's hand will give me a ride.
Sometimes, my mother's heart gives me a ride.
In fact, sending is the same as not sending.
I already know.
Whether it is windy, rainy or snowy.
It's all in your head.
On the mountain road of the years, I wrote footprints for you.
I remember your smile during the stormy journey.
In the storm of years-
I will bless you with gratitude and piety.