The story didn’t begin well

When the birth of a boy disrupted the order of life.

She was holding home until that ‘I love you’

From a statement to a question.

That boy wasn’t sensible,

And didn’t understand his mother's love,

Now, in the depths of his heart's recess,

He remembers that tears dry in his eyes.

She's always gonna believe everything,

But she just never believed that her kid was worse than anyone else.

She's also been hurt, but she didn’t shed a tear in front of the boy.

Her eyes were wet only when she sent the boy far away.

Her hands wiped away the boy’s childhood fears,

Yet he was blind to her selfless care,

Lost in the haze of youthful years.

He remembers that the boy is like a loose balloon at that time.

She saves a lot of wechat stickers, and

Learn the wit of the young.

The boy is out of patience with her.

He had his own idea and his words sharpened.

It's clearly spring, but

The room was as cold as winter.

He remembers these moments, precious and cherishing.

Her tired smile through endless nights,

Each barrier she faced with unwavering faith,

Her love, a beacon in life's darkest fights.

He remembers her sacrifices, so profound.

In a state of unconsciousness,

The boy spent many more days and nights.

Have felt the cold, then

Turn out she didn't give him too much,

Just the whole world.

He remembers to thank her.