I love the mother,
Is actually dissimilar with mother dear me.
My love is a brook,
Mother's love is the sea,
She can contain my all.
My love is a bridge,
Mother's love is a bridge pier,
She can support my spiritual house.
My love is a grass,
Mother's love is a prairie,
She can breed my mind.

Our happiness,
Is smile which the mother nestles cheek to cheek.
Our pain,
Is the mother with own eyes in sadness.
We may walk very much far,
Actually always cannot go out the mind the square.