Lyrics: Qiu Jin

Chinese cabbage, the field is yellow

When I was three or two years old, I lost my mother

It's better to follow dad.

I'm afraid dad, marry a stepmother.

Married a stepmother, three and a half years.

Having a younger brother is better than me.

Dear mother, peach blossoms are blooming and apricot blossoms are red.

I want to kiss my mother, who knows?

My mother misses me, a gust of wind.

I miss my mother, in my dream.

Brother eats noodles and I drink soup.

Pick up the bowl, tearful.

Dear mother