It often worries you.

Naughty and disobedient,

I once quarreled with you.

At that time, you were quietly supporting your family,

Years have carved footprints on your head.

That's the price,

That white hair is punishment.

Your picture is always in front of my bed,

Same place, same photo.

That face is full of happiness,

This is a face carved in the shadows of different times.

Once upon a time, those slender jade hands,

Those rough hands that have been through many vicissitudes.

It is your silent love that makes me have everything.

You gave me eternal youth.

I can give up the whole world just to love you for one more day,

Even if it is turned upside down, my love will not change.

I can bear all the fatigue,

Just to see you happy every day.

I will take care of this family,

Dear mother, please rest.

Because, I have grown up.

or

"Is there a window that can make you not despair? Take a look at the world of flowers. It was a dream. Some people cry, some laugh, some lose, some grow old, but the ending is different ... ". Outside the window, Lv Fang's tearful song came from a distance. Sitting in front of the computer, I stopped moving my mouse and listened attentively. The song is melodious, and I hum along with it. This is a familiar song and my favorite song this year. In retrospect, it was a long time ago, but now the past is so clear in my mind.

We have had happiness and vows of eternal love, but I can be so calm that it is hard for me to believe in the real existence of the past. I

Lv Fang's "Don't cry, my friend" kept repeating in the room. Think of the past, those happy or unhappy days. It's late at night, and that sad song hasn't stopped.

Perhaps, like us, we are immersed in past stories, either sad or happy. "Don't cry, my friend, I have been in the deepest part of your heart. Don't cry, my friend. I won't be lonely if I stay with you. There are few real friends in the crowd. Please don't mind. There are few real friends in the crowd. Please don't mind-"Lv Fang's affectionate song is still singing, and my eyes staring at the computer screen are gradually blurred.

Standing up, looking at the bright neon lights outside the window, thinking of her in a foreign land, she couldn't help singing affectionately: "It's rare to have a few real friends in the world of mortals, please don't care ~ ~" ........