The innocent mind of the little child
Fully fathomed by its mother
The thoughts of a grown up son
His mother still can sense
Her carefully helping hand
Guides him step by step
The bosom he cannot fully live without
The bosom of his devoted mother
To bring her son up to thriving manners
His mother guides his thoughts
Into high values and wish for great achievements
Preparing him for a prosperous life
Millions of children brought up together
Through unselfish, gracious love
As time passes buried deep in the chest
Never forgotten, never forgotten
The endless grace of love
By steadfast devotion
The name, so precious
Calling out, Mother!
Oh Party, Oh Mother!
My destiny is in Your bosom
The General's bosom, the General's bosom
The eternal bosom of my life
The eternal bosom of my life
Ah -
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