译文:
My child, Hold onto Mom’s hands. The Road to Heaven is too Dark.
Come, my child. Hold onto Mom’s hands.
The road to Heaven is too dark.
I am afraid you will hurt again.
Come, hold Mom’s hands tightly.
Let Mom go tighter with you.
Mom, I am afraid.
The road to Heaven is too dark.
I can not see your hand.
Since the walls fell and the sunlight be taken away.
I can not see your gentle eyes again.
Go ahead, my child.
The road in front of you has no worries
No books that you can not finish, nor fathers’ fists.
You must your father and mine.
In the next life, we shall be family members again.
Don’t worry, Mom,
The road to Heaven is crowded.
There are my classmates and friends.
Don’t cry, we all say,
Anyone’s Mom is our Mom.
Mom, every child has a Mom.
In the days, without me.
Give your love to other children.
Mom, Mom, don’t cry.
Tears can’t light the road.
Let us go away.
I will remember your and father’s looks.
Let’s promise.
In the next life, we will be Family member again.