My ear is a traveler.
When I was born,
It went on a trip.
Leave me in a quiet world.
Baby, baby
It's mom's decision.
But I can't hear anything.
That moment
I wish I could hear my mother's call.
until one day
I lay under the shadowless lamp.
Wake up
I saw my mother smiling with tears.
I seem to feel it.
A different kind of change.
It's the back of my ear!
It's the back of my ear!
Mom is looking forward to it.
From surgery to boot.
That day will be imprinted on my mother's heart forever.
the other day
This is my second birthday.
From that day on
Little ears whispered to me
The excitement of the outside world
I just don't understand.
Slowly
I can hear my mother's call.
Slowly
Mom called me.
I will smile back.
I believe
Slowly
When I hear the call of spring breeze
I'll tell mom.
The sound of flowers
When I hear the rain in summer
I'll tell mom.
Birds singing in the forest
When I hear autumn insects meditate
I'll tell mom.
Singing of fallen leaves
When I hear the joy of winter snow
I'll tell mom.
I am your pride.
done
Travel ears.
Finally give it back to me, the whole world.