The joy of mourning and elegy is played by the thousands of miles, and it is hard to go back to the world.

A loving mother is hard to filial to the child when she leaves, and yin and yang are separated.

The bright moon may shine on the sorrowful heart, and the heartbreaking tears flow thousands of times.

Everything in the world must be over, only the only thing that remains is to hurt.

The cuckoo cries blood and speaks, and the dog's son sits and misses his mother's love.

It is difficult to repay my mother's kindness by relying on the door, but it is difficult to repay my mother's love for her.

Remember the past and never forget the kindness of kindness.

The broken wilds send me grief and the teachings are always remembered.

The author has something to say:

I gave a song "My Mother" to a friend as an eulogy to me for my deceased mother! His old mother unfortunately passed away not long ago because she had a deep relationship with him, so this old man can be said to be the same as my own biological mother.

May the great mother, you have a good journey... so sad! I really can't continue writing...
Chapter completed!