Lyrics of Ji Xiaobin's mother's taste

Years have bleached the ends of my hair

Time is getting old

My son is getting better every day

You're getting tired and bent

Never ask for something in return

The stars and the moon are working hard

Looking forward to flying high

Be the pride in your heart

It's windy to send my son away from home

Standing at the intersection overlooking you

The deep affection is fermenting

It's like mom

A long way home

Thousands of rivers and mountains cannot be separated

You smile at the familiar dishes

Oh, that's mom's smell

Life outside is pretty good

Take the road

No matter how far you go, how high you fly

I miss my mother's taste most

It's windy to send my son away from home

You stand at the intersection and look out

The deep affection is fermenting

It's like mom

A long way home

Thousands of rivers and mountains cannot be separated

You smile at the familiar dishes

Oh, that's mom's smell

It's windy to send my son away from home

You stand at the intersection and look out

The deep affection is fermenting

It's like mom

A long way home

Thousands of rivers and mountains cannot be separated

You smile at the familiar dishes

Oh, that's mom's smell

Mother's taste is the most intimate

Mom's taste is the most reliable

Oh, the smell of mom