Come on, kid.
Hold mom's hand quickly.
The road to heaven is too dark.
Mom is afraid that you will touch your head.
Hold your mother's hand and let her go with you.
Mom, I'm scared.
The road to heaven is too dark.
I can't see your hands.
Since the collapsed wall took away the sunshine.
I will never see your gentle eyes again.
Go ahead, son.
There is no sorrow ahead.
There is no endless textbook, and there is no father's fist.
You must remember what my father and I look like.
We should go together in the afterlife.
Mom, don't worry.
The road to heaven is a bit crowded.
There are many classmates and friends.
We said don't cry, don't cry.
Everyone's mother is our mother.
Any child is a mother's child.
Life without me
Give your love to the living children.
mother
Don't cry.
Tears cannot illuminate.
Our road
Let ourselves
go slow
mother
I will remember you and dad.
Remember our agreement and go together in the afterlife.
This poem has no author's name, so I took the liberty to turn it to Douban.
Tears are silently accompanied by sobs.
Life goes on,
Don't want to say too much.
Blessing: mother's child!