My gentle, tender-hearted mother

Unnoticed, I dyed her hair with shades of white.

She gave me all her love, her every breath,

Yet I have aged my mother — oh… my heart.

For us she runs, she never rests a day,

Her face is full of sorrow, eyes worn through.

How foolish I was — I never saw this pain,

I’ve aged my mother — oh… what have I done?