思念
Often lie to myself,
No love also can live.
Until lost mother,
To really understand what is empty.
When I get home,
How want to see the smiling face of the mother.
When I am full of grievances,
How to hear mother's comfort.
When I have result,
How to get the mother's praise.
When I am full of worries,
How all want to talk to his mother.
When I am young,
How like a man to his mother that whine.
When I am frustrated,
How want to into the arms of the mother.
When I'm sad disappointed,
How want to mother's shoulders cry.