Words come to my mouth and I swallow them,
Mom, I want to smile at you,
There are small tears in my eyes.
Oh, mom,
Mother by candlelight,
Your black hair is frosted,
Oh, mom,
Mother by candlelight,
Your cheeks are printed with so much care.
Oh, mom,
Mother by candlelight,
Your waist is too tired to stand up straight,
Mom, mom by candlelight,
Why did your eyes lose their luster?
Mom, my daughter has grown up.
I don't want to take your skirt through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Oh, mom, believe me,
A daughter has a reward from her own daughter.