青云翻译

I remember one time my mom let me do a little thing I did not do a good job my mother said I was a waste eater, I hit too much, and now there is the shadow of my heart

Remember once my mother makes me do things I didn't do my mom says I'm a waste-nothing, hit me too much, there is now the heart shadow

One time my mother to let me make a minor matter I not to complete my mother to say I am the waste rice bucket, attacked to me too has been big, now in the heart also has the shadow

I remember that once my mom let me do a little thing I haven't done a good job My mom would say I am a waste barrel meals, blow to me, now my heart was too big a shadow

Remember once my mother makes me do things I didn't do my mom says I'm a waste-nothing, hit me too much, there is now the heart shadow