For Mother's Day
Seen the extremes of beauty
When I saw my mother smiling
I was the star of your eyes
Mom, look where I am now
It is a different matter to remain silent
Yet those who are great remain great
Tell people to stop burning with my destiny
We leave home with the prayer of "Mother", not wealth
There is no mother who has
Ask them what "Mother" is
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