Poetry about how difficult it is for parents to make money.

You use your blood

Gave me life.

Stir your love with rice soup and water.

Let life go on.

Leave a deep impression on the place where you first climbed the smile.

Since my first fall.

Your eyes didn't change when I first ran.

From the first time I went out

Your eyes didn't change when I first came home.

Full of caring light

It always hurts my heart now.