Gently massage the head; wrinkled hands but gentle and unforgettable.
My mother's skin is thin; hand clumsily. Wrinkled skin; dark color; maybe because of the sun? On those hands are the scars at the time of repair; House cleaning. Every times; skin is scratched a bit; but now full of bruises. At the time of heaven; new tears tearing; she mellowed a few hours and then lightly; do not know whether to ache When I asked; Mother said nothing. The look made him sad.
I remember; first day of first class; I hold my hand; slowly walked into the gate of the elementary school. Mother hands warm; cover up with small hands; Your child's fullness. The jaw dropping like a naughty sparrow; drag mom ran fast. Suddenly you found ice cream in front of the school gate; I also crave. She jerked her mother and then face up on the hose to be. Mother is a little hesitant; but also buy. I want you to be with me; not inferior to anyone. When mom gives money; The salesman laughed desperately when she saw her black hand. I still naively eat ice cream without knowing anything.
I remember when I was angry when Mom accidentally throw away the item you like; remember well when you harsh; scolded mother heavy words. The mother's face was like a hundred knives pierced straight into the heart but still calm. I put my hands on my shoulders and apologize. You throw it out loud. Mother pain; wrinkled hands trembled. I shut the door; indifferent. Too stupid.
Each time my mother clawed her hands and wish her hands were more beautiful; I feel heartbreaking. I'm old because of you. Your mother is gone because of you. His hands are algae; struggling to raise children large; how about you? I only follow my friends; Hurting my mother more. Why did Mother resign? Should be punished when you mess with my mother? So the hands are getting worse ...
Mother's hands bring food; water. I bring you light; teach you beautiful words My mother's hands bring me happiness. An extraordinary hand of mother made all; no words; wrong to right That hand has helped me to be human. So I will never hurt you any more.
My mother's skin is thin; hand clumsily. Wrinkled skin; dark color; maybe because of the sun? On those hands are the scars at the time of repair; House cleaning. Every times; skin is scratched a bit; but now full of bruises. At the time of heaven; new tears tearing; she mellowed a few hours and then lightly; do not know whether to ache When I asked; Mother said nothing. The look made him sad.
I remember; first day of first class; I hold my hand; slowly walked into the gate of the elementary school. Mother hands warm; cover up with small hands; Your child's fullness. The jaw dropping like a naughty sparrow; drag mom ran fast. Suddenly you found ice cream in front of the school gate; I also crave. She jerked her mother and then face up on the hose to be. Mother is a little hesitant; but also buy. I want you to be with me; not inferior to anyone. When mom gives money; The salesman laughed desperately when she saw her black hand. I still naively eat ice cream without knowing anything.
I remember when I was angry when Mom accidentally throw away the item you like; remember well when you harsh; scolded mother heavy words. The mother's face was like a hundred knives pierced straight into the heart but still calm. I put my hands on my shoulders and apologize. You throw it out loud. Mother pain; wrinkled hands trembled. I shut the door; indifferent. Too stupid.
Each time my mother clawed her hands and wish her hands were more beautiful; I feel heartbreaking. I'm old because of you. Your mother is gone because of you. His hands are algae; struggling to raise children large; how about you? I only follow my friends; Hurting my mother more. Why did Mother resign? Should be punished when you mess with my mother? So the hands are getting worse ...
Mother's hands bring food; water. I bring you light; teach you beautiful words My mother's hands bring me happiness. An extraordinary hand of mother made all; no words; wrong to right That hand has helped me to be human. So I will never hurt you any more.
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