Lyrics of chuanzi's father and mother

Let me go with the wind

Looking for my home with the wind

Under the old locust tree in front of the door

Sitting with a kind Dad

Let me go with the wind

Go home with the wind

The smoke rises in the setting sun

There is my dear mother

What a warm picture

What a warm family

You made my cradle yourself

Is it still there today

What a strong Dad

What a kind mother

You taught me the first sentence of life

Brought me up

Let me go with the wind

Looking for my home with the wind

Under the old locust tree in front of the door

Sitting with a kind Dad

Let me go with the wind

Go home with the wind

The smoke rises in the setting sun

There is my dear mother

What a warm picture

What a warm family

You made my cradle yourself

Is it still there today

What a strong Dad

What a kind mother

The first sentence is to teach me life

Brought me up

What a warm picture

What a warm family

You made my cradle yourself

Is it still there today

What a strong Dad

What a kind mother

You taught me the first sentence of life

Brought me up

You taught me the first sentence of life

Brought me up

You taught me the first sentence of life

I want to repay

January 2009. (18 Li)