Niang Sheng Er Lian Xin Rou
Children travel thousands of miles, mother worried
It's hard to kowtow when you think of your mother
My mother wants to have tears in her eyes
The branches of February are covered with snow
The sound of reunion rises and falls
She lives in a bleak alley
Winter with an old cotton padded jacket
Her wrinkled hands
Whisk the snow off my shoulders
When I look up at the vague outline
It was the fire that warmed me in my childhood
Old cotton padded jacket
Like a mother's brow deep lock
Years of wind and frost
Familiar back still
The old cotton padded jacket was punctured by the cold wind
Mom still gives me a smile
She said that no matter how cold it was, the marks were mended with needle and thread
warm
Niang Sheng Er Lian Xin Rou
Children travel thousands of miles, mother worried
It's hard to kowtow when you think of your mother
My mother wants to have tears in her eyes
Her strong local voice is always the same
After several disasters
Tears always freeze in front of my eyes
Leisurely through spring, summer, autumn and winter
Old cotton padded jacket
Like a mother's brow deep lock
Years of wind and frost
Familiar back still
The old cotton padded jacket was punctured by the cold wind
Mom still gives me a smile
She said that no matter how cold it was, the marks were mended with needle and thread
warm
Old cotton padded jacket
Like a mother's brow deep lock
Years of wind and frost
Familiar back still
The old cotton padded jacket was punctured by the cold wind
Mom still gives me a smile
She said that no matter how cold it was, the marks were mended with needle and thread
warm
I miss the snow on her silver hair
Falling
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