I'm driving in a quiet and bumpy boat
Walk alone. It is just like the deep and boundless dome shuttling through the curved moon
Who gives the night a soft comfort
As a consolation to me, the warmth I hope for
I am numb to the prosperity and beauty of the world
I think this is an accident of the world, but it is my necessity
Pick up the stories of the past
I was in a trance, and there were two lines of men's tears falling gently
The vast sea of people, who knows my heart
Who will plant red carnations for me on my pilgrimage
Confused view, emptiness at night
And the cradle dream I'm reading without fatigue
Roll, crush the sun of my life
Shine on my cry
At the same time, the long vibrato of the ancient matriarchal society came as scheduled
Ruthlessly pierced my chest
Is there a voice that makes me grateful forever
My first cry
Which cloud in the sky, or in a star
When did I call you for the first time
mom. Oh, my God
Long night, my boat has sailed to the depths of the moon
Parting too long, too long, I can only imagine
Mom, everyone talks about the sound quality and appearance of mom