"Mama's Camellia oleifera" (Lyrics)

In the oil mill next to the mountain stream

The waterwheel rotates creakingly

The tea fruit my mother carried back

Squeezed out drops of sesame oil, leaving cakes and tea cakes

The white camellia flowers bloomed and fell

Become the fruit of my mother every year

The basket of Camellia oleifera fruits

Full of my mother’s hope, my mother’s me

On my long journey In those days

My mother is getting older day by day

The tea oil brought by my mother

sautéed my rice balls and was intoxicated by my mother's caress

Ah,

On the steep slope of the cliff deep in the mountains

Mom’s Camellia oleifera fruit grows