When I was a child, I was a child
Just always hold your shirt
A little girl crying for a red balloon
Your whispers
It is the warmest cradle in the fairy tale world
In my pure dreams
Forever flying that fiery red balloon
I grew up
Gradually get out of the field of vision that you are worried about
Young dreams are sprinkled with colorful sunshine
Wandering thoughts
The atrium of youth fills the heart like a tidal wave
I'm determined to get out of your tossing and turning
Years later
When drifting became my only bag
When lonely tears
From time to time, it slides down in the sky of a foreign land
When dreams are left with only poor words
Standing thousands of miles away
The moment you hold the phone line
I know oh
The little girl never stepped out of your distant gaze
The cold and warm of the world
It has become a calm mind that stops water
I finally understood
The bitterness behind the vicissitudes of your mother's love
Your gray hair
It became the only waking memory in my dreams
The red balloon that flew in the sky
It is still the most cherished gift of my life
It is often said that the father's love is like a mountain, and the mother's love is like the sea. No matter how long I left and how far I ran, my mother would always be the one who loved me the most in the world. And now, my mother, who is far away from home, is also the person I am most worried about in the world. Wishing mother well-being!
Thoughts are overwhelming
!["Pinch" out of colorful childhood[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)