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
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