Mother sat in front of the door, humming Flowers and Teenagers.
Although it was many years ago, I remember her tears.
Those dark times, those persistence and panic
At the parting door, my mother looked at me and said
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai.
She sat opposite me and bowed her head to say goodbye.
Although it was many years ago, I remember her tears.
Those hours of laughter, those vows and dreams
On the street where we broke up, she hugged me and said
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai.
I am drifting away by myself, and there are teenagers at my knees.
Teenagers grow up day by day and will leave home one day.
See the growth of his back, see his persistence and look back.
I know that one day,