The distant mountain village, that is my home
There is a lot of people living there, and my mother
From the small growth, never thought about her great
Just know that he keeps calling her mother.
Did you leave your home?
Is your younger sister still on it, call your mother?
My one is installed, is it still?
Is it now no one now uses it?
Is the land of our house, is it so hard?
The house of our family, is she leaking?
The small tree in the door, is it growing?
The big sister next door, is she married?
Mom, my mother, I saw the white hair on the wrinkle head on your face.
Mom, my mother, I want you to know that you have always been my biggest concern.
Now I live in this city, everywhere is a high-rise building.
People here are much more than home, but never talk
Look at everything around, and the dream is too big.
Some things can make you happy, some things make you fear
People have been sincerely sincere, why be false
What will I do in the future? Who can answer me?
Looking at the sky, I don't know, I think of my mother.
I remembered your face, and what you said
You said, people are alive, there should always have a interest
You said, people are black, don't be afraid
You said, fall, crawled yourself
You said, people are outside, don't forget home
Mom, my mother, I saw the white hair on the wrinkle head on your face.
Mom, my mother, I want you to know that you have always been my biggest concern.
Mom, my mother, I saw the white hair on the wrinkle head on your face.
Mom, my mother, I want you to know that you have always been my biggest concern.
