The sky is far, the land is hard,
Struggling on the middle of way.
Whatever it is, in this world bright,
Mom, only you need me this day.
Putting yourself in front of fires,
You told your secrets to waters.
Even on the day of suffers,
You expected from us bright days.
There is snow on your head and hair,
Maybe it’s me made it with my grief.
Oh, the pearl saved in my eye,
Now the wind will not touch you.
Mom, I need you all the time…