On my love, I do not like to talk too much As a lot of words Will only create a commotion So I prefer to keep a silence On my nuance Rest of all I leave, For your better comprehension In your child hood When you do not eat And in your adult hood When you do not give me food Silently I always cry But still on my brave face I keep a broad smile.. I do not call you to come in When I burn myself under the sun, But when I see you to face cold out-side I must welcome you to this cave Even I have to burn my ribs to give you warmth inside. I do not allow you to hold my hand When we cross a river or pass a narrow bridge In danger I know you can leave But I always hold your hand, tight, And throw you up to the other side Though I never think whether I will be dead or alive. mother mother mother mother mother mother mother mother mother