电闪雷鸣。山雨欲来。母亲,在被树木撞倒的零落风声下,我安宁如敛翼的天使。——那是你,胸襟辽阔。在你优雅的胴体前,爱无瑕疵。恨是罪孽。喜欢你温润的掌心,抚过我毛茸茸的初生金发。母爱是柔软的。一如你身边溪水的清唱。乳香,比花香洁白。今天吮吸。明天反刍。——我将走过那一排排古老的建筑,放牛,牧马,与心爱的人儿搭起帐篷,接你回家,一起凝视初升的月色,梳理你的白发。 Thunder and lightning. Mountain rain want to come. My mother, an angel with peace and tranquility under the falling winds hit by the trees. - That is you, broad-minded. Love is flawless before your elegant carcass. Hate is sin. Like your warm palm, stroking my hairy blonde hair. Mother love is soft. As the stream singing around you. Frankincense, more white than the flowers. Suck today Ruminating tomorrow. - I will walk through the rows of ancient buildings, cattle, Wrangler, set up a tent with the beloved child, pick you up home, gazing at the rising moon, comb your hair.