Mother's Hymn

Who adds clothes to us when we are cold?

Who cooks for us when we are hungry?

Who encourages us when we fail?

Who pleases us when we succeed?

She is my mother.

Mother is not the Virgin Mary,

Nor is it Jesus,

Not even God,

But she is as gentle and kind as the Virgin Mary

Just as loving as Jesus,

Be as wise as God.

She is my mother.

Your pale fingertips care for my temples

I can't help being like childhood

Tighten your skirt tightly

Oh mother

In order to keep your gradually disappearing figure

Although Chen Xi has cut the dream into plumes of smoke

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time

I still treasure the bright red scarf

I'm afraid the washing will make it

Lose your unique warmth

Oh mother

The flow of years is not equally ruthless

I'm afraid the memory will fade too

How dare I easily open its screen

I cried to you for a thorn

With the crown of thorns now, I dare not

Dare not groan

Oh mother

I often look up to your pictures sadly

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep

I still dare not display the sacrifice of love like this

Although I wrote many songs

Give flowers, give sea, give dawn

Oh mother

My sweet, soft, deep and serene nostalgia

Not a torrent, not a waterfall

It's a dry well that can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees