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.