Mom! You are an island and I am a ferryman. The flood in my heart is coming. Except you, who is my hope in the vast sea? Mom, you are the rain and dew, and I am the seedling. When I was growing up, who but you could nourish me when I was thirsty? Mother, you are a lighthouse, I am a boat, and the fog of life is coming. Except you, who is my navigation in the vast sea?