In my heart,
There is a place that is unfathomable.
It has never been asked.
You It is the fire of hope,
It illuminates my future and hope for me,
In every dark night,
It’s you,
In every cold night,
It’s you who gives me endless warmth,
It starts to rain in the sky,
< p> Every raindrop tells a story.Your pale fingertips caress my temples
I can’t help but hold on to your clothes tightly, just like I did when I was a child
p>Oh, mother
In order to keep your disappearing figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time Open your eyes
I still treasure that bright red scarf
for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth
Haha , mother
Isn’t the passage of time equally ruthless
I’m afraid that memory will also fade away
How dare I open its screen so easily
I once cried to you for a thorn
Now with the crown of thorns, I dare not
I dare not moan
Oh, mother< /p>
I often look up at your photos sadly
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep
I still I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this
Although I have written many songs
To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn
Oh, mother
My sweet and deep yearning
It is not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is a dry well that cannot sing among the flowers and trees