How can I ever forget

The warm arms of my parents

That is my refuge

since I was born

Whenever my dear mother tells me

The times he cared for me

Only a smile appeared on her lips

And even in his eyes

I also remember how my dad cared for me.

With nothing as hard and rarely laugh

Every time I cry for playing games

She was there to make me laugh with her jokes.

Now I'm old and my parents are old,

I will be their refuge.

Gradually search for the good,

And they will never marry.

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