We are a birdie, 　 　
　　Living in the warm embrace of his mother. 　 　
　　Mother too much for us to pay too much, 　 　
　　Should we not Thanksgiving? 　 　
　　I would like to become a small Mianao warm, 　 　
　　Moment for the mother sent the slightest warmth, 　 　
　　Let mothers happiness. 　 　
　　I would like to become a round fan, 　 　
　　His mother sent slightest Liang Yi, 　 　
　　Let mothers happy. 　 　
　　I would like to become a typhoon of the Harbour, 　 　
　　Blocking the wind for mothers, 　 　
　　Let warmth of the mother. 　 　
　　Mothers pay too much for us, 　 　
　　We should be thankful mother.