The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest; ?
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
Creator jujube,
If in eternal life,
There is only one blissful promise,
I want to sincerely beg:
"I'm in my mother's arms,
Mom's on the boat,
Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me fall into your arms,
Only you are the destination of my soul.
Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thanks for the love of jujube in spring?
However, deep goodwill,
On the contrary, she finally became silent.
Mom!
Were you that spring?