mother
Hard-working hands are covered with thick cocoons.
Like a round treasure.
How many sunrises and sunsets have there been?
Make a fire and cook for me.
The vicissitudes of time are all over your face.
Silent love, silent dedication
How many stormy nights are there?
I look forward to coming back early.
A kind face has kind eyes.
There are fluctuations in love.
How many sleepless nights are there?
Let me sleep on the swing.
White hair is like silver thread.
I can't pull it out if I want to.
No matter year after year or year after year.
Your love
Son, you'll never count it.