With the sound of my mother's labor, I am curious to poke my head out of the new leaf to watch you work. Mom, do you know that's your child?
I want to open the petals quietly to relieve your fatigue after a busy day.
Whenever you are at work, you will smell those seemingly empty flowers, but you don't know that the fragrance is coming from me, and then you will become happy from a nervous mood.
Whenever the sun shines on your face, I will cast my little shadow on your face to keep out the sun, even if it is only a little cold, and then I will open the next cool' shade' for you without hesitation.
Can you guess that this is your child's little shadow?
However, when you are busy doing housework, I quietly become your child again ... Let you kiss my cheek, so I can have a sweet dream.
If I become a snowflake and wander aimlessly.
Stroll softly and twitteringly.
After painting the Snow Bridge, the leaden sky quieted down.
Staring at the scarf my mother longed for in the window, light pink and warm.
I don't hesitate, ups and downs, rotation, hit it with neon lights.
In my imagination, my mother striped tears in her eyes.
Dreams rise and fall, day after day.
Transpiration is the thick shadow of distant mother.
If I become the wind, I will dance with my heart.
Over the mountains, over the fields.
I came to my mother gently, playing with fallen leaves like a naughty child. Touching my mother's old face day after day. My mother; "Did you see it? I'm right here with you. Did you hear the call in my heart? "
You look into the distance against the wind. Who do you expect? Is it me? Mom, you don't know, do you? I'm right here with you. Because I miss you ~ ~ ~ ~ If I become a wild chrysanthemum (or other flowers), mom, will you know me?
I will watch you work, study and play quietly.
When you shout "Son, where are you?" I'll snicker there, but I won't say a word.
When you relax in the sun, my little shadow will be projected there. Do you know that's your lovely child?
At night, I will suddenly jump out and beg you to watch TV with me.
You will ask, "Where have you been, you bad boy?" "I won't tell your mother."
That's what you and I will say. If I become a lily, I will grow in a vase on my mother's desk.
With the sound of my mother's labor, I am curious to poke my head out of the new leaf to watch you work. Mom, do you know that's your child?
I want to open the petals quietly to relieve your fatigue after a busy day.
Whenever you are at work, you will smell those seemingly empty flowers, but you don't know that the fragrance is coming from me, and then you will become happy from a nervous mood.
Whenever the sun shines on your face, I will cast my little shadow on your face to keep out the sun, even if it is only a little cold, and then I will open the next cool' shade' for you without hesitation.
Can you guess that this is your child's little shadow?
However, when you are busy doing housework, I quietly become your child again ... Let you kiss my cheek, so I can have a sweet dream.