Mom, please let go of you.
Hands are warm as spring,
Leave me alone on the rough road,
Stumbling along.
Don't worry, I'll fall,
Even if you break the tender meat,
I won't cry for your skirt,
Tremble in the sun or wind and rain.
Mom, please believe it.
I am not a timid dog.
After wrestling again and again,
You can cross ninety-nine ditches by carrying Mount Tai on your shoulders.
Mom, dear mom,
Please let go of your loving hand,
Let me set foot on solid land,
Make friends with all difficulties and all victories.