When I was a child,
Mother said: don't go far away!
When I grew up, I became a fireman.
But the mother said, come back often!
Go round and round for years,
The phrase "come home often",
It's almost a blank check.
Mother's world is small,
Only a fireman's son,
The world of firefighters is big,
Every day in water and fire,
In the wind and in the rain,
You can't always be there for your mother.
This mother's day,
The fireman still couldn't be with his mother,
Even at a great distance,
But the fireman's love for his mother was deep,
The bid farewell to heat.
Plain, clear expression,
Even though it's a simple sentence,
It's also a warm greeting to my mother...
