Lyrics:

Remember what Confucius taught, Always be kind.
Yes, Mother.
Always help the weak and the old.
Yes, Mother. I understand.
And always help those less fortunate than yourself
Yes, mother. Always.

[A jet passes by in the distance and the apparition of his mother fades away. The child turns towards Tran-Do in a non-judgmental but puzzled voice.]

How did I become you?