Your big wrinkled hands are still so warm, warming my present life and leading me to hope for the next life...
In my memory, your "melon-skin hat" and my "bowknot" fade away in the sunshine, and the dust is washed away. The yellow days contain our youth, middle age and old age...
Countless days and nights of hard work, we suffer but no longer speak of our suffering; countless days and nights of deep love, we love deeply but no longer speak of our love...
As you age, you hold my hand tightly, let me close my eyes, and whisper in my ear: "Little sister, listen, our love has floated to the clouds."
I responded to you with tears in my eyes: "It's great to have you in this life..."
