Lyrics: From the side where the sun rises A patterned silk shawl flies My mother who became the Sun I will remember her throughout my life At the top of the ‘turned back’ hill A pussy-willow is swinging Even by looking at the swinging pussy-willow I recall my blessed mother… Sewn by my mother the satin shawl Has not worn out, it is still as if new Although there are many loving people, No one can compare with one’s mother.