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Can I hold you and love you

Carrying you through all storms and winds

Always steadfastly walking with you day by day

Because of you, my hair is silver more

My father's hands were calloused

My mother hurriedly returned home, the road getting longer

My mother is like a floating water hyacinth

My mother sat pouring the curved moonlight onto the boat

My mother's forehead was wrinkled even more

My thin back is exposed to the afternoon sun

Nights pulling the net on the river

On days of immense floodwaters

Only giving without dreaming of anything in return

Outside the yard, the grandchildren were bustling

Her hair was white with frost, her lips were red with betel

Hung over with worries

I pray that my heart will never forget

I sat and plucked out a strand of gray hair

In return for a happy and prosperous family

Last night I dreamed of my mother

Mom, when will it be

Mother smiled, the shadow of the leaves tilted to cover

My father hurriedly paddled upstream

My father's figure blended into the hurried storm

Chirping Grandma, I love you

Faintly hearing the sound of chickens in the wind

Father did not falter in the sun or rain

Father's footprints were still imprinted on the plowed furrows

Father's life is a ferryman's life