Why are these bonding?
Why is this handcuffing?
The pressure on me, is so proud,
That it stick to my head, And lingers till bed.

I have to bear all these pressures,
I have to scandal all the rumors
I have to go through the rugged path
I have to make the difficult start

How I wish he could accompany me
But the our ends could never together be
Desperation, aspiration, determination all comes to me
Now it’s me, the lonely me!

Now I know the meaning of work,
The pain of tired hands, with the daylong headwork
The rumble of hungry stomach
Feeding two hungry mouths

Now I know the dad’s troubles,
Why were those refusals!
Like a bird feeds her young ones,
I nurture my nest being the only one.