Just in the middle of the game
Sometimes there seems to be a tune spinning on my toy.
It's the song she hummed when she shook my cradle.
I don't remember my mother,
But in the early autumn morning,
Albizia flowers float in the air,
The smell of morning prayers in the temple seemed to blow my mother's breath to me.
I don't remember my mother,
It's just that when I look at the blue sky in the distance from my bedroom window,
I seem to feel my mother's eyes on my face.
Filled the whole sky.