The baby cries and the mother laughs ~
I am red, and my mother's white face is red.
I played on my mother's stomach when I was a child.
Does that long scar hurt?
You said, it doesn't hurt, it's a happy wound.
At school, every time you hold my hand,
Let me in and tell me to be good. It's dangerous outside.
I asked the mother, is she not afraid of danger?
Because the mother is the mother of the child,
So mom is not afraid of danger, so protect the baby!
The year I graduated from high school
I said to the south ~ far away.
You said it was near the north.
But mom respects you.
Working year
My mother cried that her daughter had grown up.
Can be independent
I smiled, mom. It's my turn to protect you.