My mother

Full moon and new moon my mother
Go to the temple to pray sincerely
Incense smoke purifies the dust of the world
Look up at the statue's eyes, silently contemplating.

Poor hometown gathers faith
Regardless of the luxury of the surface or the hidden
Heart of the fruit, fragrance of the flower
Peace of mind, everything will be fine

Three-room tiled roof village pagoda
Leaning pillars, crumbling walls, skinny statue of Guanyin
Chanting slowly, monk.
Rosary beads chanted through the day

The land makes you brown
Small human life depends on the gods
Prosperity and decline are the cycles of fate.
The three-jewel amulet supports the cycle of reincarnation

My mother's day is full moon and new moon.
Believe that Buddha saves people with good hearts.