It is similar to the Moon changes in a month
that a girl becomes a mother.
Maternal love turns fragile First Quarter Moon who appears at high
into brave Full Moon who shines on children the whole night,
into senile Last Quarter Moon who climbs to the sky at midnight,
leaving children with a faint light.
Mother is the Moon
that no matter how far away you
always lights the way home at night.
The dazzling wealth and power,
and the city's neon lights,
always dazzle your eyes.
Until you stumbled in the chase
and felt the city's cold night,
her gentle care caressed your troubles and sorrows with a sigh.
She may not be able to lighten your path to success,
but be always beside.
Whether in the world or heaven,
the mother may never expect your gratitude,
Please wear carnations on this grateful holiday,
give sincere gratitude:Happy Mother's Day,
keep her eternal love inside.
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