"Mom"
When Mom was five years old, I asked you
Why is grandma's hair white?
Yours is So dark
You laughed at grandma’s daughter who has grown up
But my daughter is still young
I stopped hugging her when I was twenty. Your neck is talking
I walked forward without looking back
Get rid of your worries and you stood behind me silently
But I turned around because I'm afraid
I'm afraid that those white hairs born because of me
pierce my so-called chic
When I was thirty years old, I rarely went home< /p>
You sit in front of the door and wait for the rising sun to turn into a sky full of sunset
When you are forty years old
My daughter is excited Pull out my memory ※white hair
I hold it in my hand and think about it
Who once said such words
When I was sixty years old Stroking your sparse white hair
Memory ※The roots formed the most beautiful flowers between my fingers
I held on your shoulders and kept calling
Those two words are because I'm afraid
I'm afraid that if I scream too slowly you won't be able to hear me
I just want to tell you
I hope that in When I am eighty years old
I can still call me mom
I just want to tell you
We care about each other the most in this life
I just want to tell you
Be your daughter in this life
I will still call you mom in the next life