At dusk on the sunny mountain, the mother of chickens marries her son by the wall of Kew, reminding me of you, Mommy, with sad eyesight. Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Where the hell are you? I've been wandering the world looking for you, I'm a little meteor. I'm looking for my mommy, I'm looking for my mommy, I'm looking for my mommy, I'm looking for my mommy! The first thing you need to do is to be a good girl and don't cry, so let's be patient and come with my sister and look for your mommy, okay?
The sun is setting, and the chickens are marrying their children by the wall, reminding me of you, mommy, and the sadness of your eyes. Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Where the hell are you? Ruan Si
The world is wandering in search of you, Ruan is the little meteor of misery Speech: Mommy! When the sun goes down, the mother of chickens goes to Kewpie, why did you leave Ruan like an orphan? Mommy, you're in the middle of something. You're in the middle of something? Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Where the hell are you? Ruan is wandering about in search of you, and is a miserable little meteor. Picking up the gallops
It is happiness or misfortune, and the circumstances that have caused it, and the grudges and grudges that have divided it, and why should we be unhappy, and the stars and the moonlight that have turned without stopping, and life, life, life, cold, and heat, and life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life. The dusk of my hometown
The dusk of my hometown calls me from time to time, calling me, a miserable body, a vagabond, a ferry bird, a lonely man, who from time to time remembers his hometown when he comes to a foreign land, and today I am here to hear it again
Hello, my dear friend, who calls me, remembering my hometown's shape and shadow, the moonlight that shines on the mountains and rivers, and the mountains and the streams that always embrace our dreams, and this night, again, I am here to dream of it, and I am waiting for my friend, who is waiting for me, and who has been waiting for me.
With sadness and tears in my eyes, I wish to go back to my hometown. If the white clouds go away, please take them with you, and send them to my mother.
The most loving mother in the world is the one who cares for me and loves me so much that my mother loves me so much, and she loves me so much, and she loves me so much, and she loves me so much.
The sun is setting in the west, the carriage is running along the hillside, carrying Nguyen's sadness away from the city at night. Nguyen is a dull boy, a little girl, without a roof over her head, and even though she has no home to stay in, she is still living from day to day, riding in the wandering carriage
Ah, ah, ah, I have to go to a foreign land, a cold night night, with bells ringing in all directions, looking back to see the city at night, the lights are cold, and I don't want to think of it, but I don't know how long I can wait for these happy, free days.
Traveling in a wandering carriage, waiting for no one
For my beloved one, I've come to the fishing port where I used to say goodbye, waiting for you to come back to me. I've come to the fishing port where we used to say goodbye, and I'm waiting for you to come back. I've come to the fishing port where we used to say goodbye, and I'm waiting for you to come back. I've come to the fishing port where we used to say goodbye, and I'm looking for you. A song for my mother
Sing a song from my hometown, a song for my mother, I think of you from time to time, I wonder if you can hear me, when spring comes, I miss you even more, and when autumn comes, I think of you very rarely
Please take care of yourself when you're in a faraway land, Sing a song from my hometown, a song for my mother, I think of you from time to time, I wonder if you can hear me, when spring comes, I think of you even more, and I think of you even more. When autumn comes, I'll miss you too. Take care of yourself. Sing a song of my hometown. A song for my mother. From time to time I think of you. I don't know if you've heard me. When spring comes, I'll miss you even more. When autumn comes, I'll miss you too.
I'll think of you too. Take care of yourself too.
The Rain of Desperation
Rain is a thick obstacle to the path of love. I want to dance with you, I want to dance with you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you, I don't know you. I don't want to tell anyone about it
I can only complain about my fate, I'm a poor wanderer, I don't want to lose my mother's love, I can only rely on God's arrangement
Mother and father
One pair of chopsticks, one bowl, one bowl, no fish, no meat, a goat's son kneeling on his mother's knees, eating his milk, this is the kind of situation that makes me feel pained in my heart, if I want to thread a needle, I will remember my parents, and I will remember that other people love my son and cherish him
Dad. Mom...why did you wipe off your eyes? I don't know what's going on, but it's sweaty, it's flesh on my hands, it's just a pain in the ass, a pair of chopsticks in a bowl, no fish, no meat
Sheep's children, kneeling on their mother's knees, are fed on milk, and this is the kind of scene that makes you feel pain in your heart, when you're thinking of your parents and their shadows, and how others love their children, and how you love your life. ...why
Why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why...why... Why...what? It's a strange way of being
There's something wrong with life, how to get by, how to live, how to be a good flower, how to be a good person, how to be a good person, how to be a good person, how to be happy, how to expect to be happy, how to be reasonable, how to hope for a good life, how to not be able to live as a man of the past
It's time for us to work hard and be active, while we are still young, how to be active, how to listen to the story of the old days when a man of the past, wanted to be happy, and didn't move, and how to be happy. A man who thinks of everything
Every day he thinks of nothing This kind of man is really strange, life is a problem, how to live How to live a good life The flowers bloom by their scent, a good man must work hard, to look forward to happiness, only then is it reasonable, we hope for a good life Not to be able to live in the world but to be a man who is not in the world, we should work hard, go out and do something while we are still young, this kind of man is really strange, life is a problem, how to live a good life
Good flowers depend on their scent, good people depend on their hard work, and they should expect to be happy. We all hope to have a good life, and we are not to understand that we should work hard while we are young.
Mom, I'm going to go
One day, on a rainy day, the three sisters held hands and traveled the world for their mother, without being afraid of the storms and rain, and screamed out to their mother, did you know that their poor father suffered from the shipwreck
Oh, my poor father. ... You know the pain of the children of the shadow of the roadside birds cry, adding to the pain of Ruan firm will of Ruan not to be afraid of all the courage to go forward
Three sisters called out the mother in the end, do you know whether you know, although it is the mother of the heartless to do you to go mother Oh ...... poor Ruan fall back soon
In order to see you again, I walked to the train, my face was blue, I was short of breath, I was sweating, I was dripping with sweat, and the train was merciless, and I drove out, making Ruan see nothing of her, calling her name out loud, tears of sadness falling from my eyes, and the platform ticket was a sorrow for Ruan
Ah, goodbye, goodbye, we never saw each other, I thought that you would be angry, saying that Ruan was uncaring, and that you must have resented Ruan for being false, and wanted to wait until the time of departure to show you how much you cared about me
And now it is time for the train to go. I've lost my sight of you, but the train's screws sound sad, ah, goodbye, goodbye, I'll never see you again, the night train has left, disappeared into the darkness all night, and the light behind the train flickers, shining on Ruan's eyes, red and squeaky.
Please forgive Ruan for not failing to show Ruan's true intentions, as if she'd been infected with a serious illness, her beloved has gone, ah, goodbye, goodbye, I'll never see you again.
Mother
Mother's eyes are full of love, sometimes falling down, sometimes swallowed in the belly, sometimes happy, and sometimes happy. If you lose your mother's love, you'll be like a lonely sail meeting a windy platform, and your mother's heart will be full of care, and your love will be like running water, and your love will be like the sea, and your mother's love will be like the sea, and your mother's love will be like the sea, and your mother's love will be like the sea, and your mother's love will be like the sea, and your mother's love will be like the sea, and your mother's love will be like the water, and your love will be like the sea, and your love will be like the water, and your love will be like the sea, and your love will be like the sea, and your love will be like the sea, and your love will be like the sea. Love is like flowing water, love is like the sea, love is like the sea, love is like the sea, love is like the sea, love is like the sea
The night of Green Island
The moonlight is resting at the foot of the trees, and we all sing happily, singing sweet songs that bring joy to the heart, long black hair, lovely girls, lovely girls, my friend, you're sleepy or not at this time of the night
The quiet scenery of the sea, gives a little bit of joy to the heart. >Ruan is a fisherman's daughter who had no choice but to leave her hometown, thinking of her bad life and sometimes seeing her eyes drop since she left her mother's side on that day. Mother, you are like Ruan who is saddened by the sun that shines on the twilight ridge. When my father was in the house, we lived happily as a family, and the neighbors told me that you were lucky, but since my father left, everything has changed. Why did God change?
When the lights are flickering on the harbor at dusk, you can see your father's body and watch the sea without saying a word, waiting for the sound of the gong to sound and the ship to sail away, and your father is the one who is sailing the ship, so you have to sail away tonight.
The ship has left, my heart is so empty, I'm alone on the shore, my tears are flowing, I can see the ship's lights, I can see my father's smile, I can see his heart is sad, I can see his heart is sad, I can see his heart is sad, I can see his heart is sad, I can see his heart is sad, I can see his heart is sad.