loving eyes and tears of joy-
unblinkingly eyes. Staring at you carefully
Your vague and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But you can't express your affection. It's just a flurry of limbs
I'm so anxious that I can't help crying loudly
After many days and nights of nurturing
I finally sit up straight with your little body
After adjusting my emotional intelligence and IQ
Never wait, I shouted out the most precious first voice in my life-Mom, this is the most touching primitive implication. No matter how many languages are rhymed in the world, only this voice is absolutely the same. There is no music, and no poem is more touching than this voice.