Think about childhood.
I often hold my mother's hand.
On school day.
Standing at the school gate
I want to go with you.
Hold mom's hand.
Tears are flowing downwards.
But she is the gentlest.
Hold mom's hand.
Happiness is in my heart.
Never let go of this most beautiful waiting.
When you grow up,
Still holding mom's hand
It pains me to think of my unfilial childhood.
Mom, she has gray hair.
Suffering mother
I'm going behind your back.
Hold mom's hand.
Tears are flowing downwards.
Those hands are rough.
But she is the gentlest.
Hold mom's hand.
Happiness is in my heart.
Never let go of this most beautiful waiting.
Hold mom's hand.
Tears are flowing downwards.
These hands are rough.
But she is the gentlest.
Hold mom's hand.
Happiness is in my heart.
Never let go of this most beautiful waiting.