They are the result of life's desire for itself.
They were born through you, but not you,
Although it is by your side, it doesn't belong to you.
You can give them your love, not your thoughts, because they have their own thoughts.
You can protect their bodies, not their souls, because their souls live in a tomorrow that you can't even dream of. You should learn from them, not make them like you.
Because life will not go backwards, nor will it linger on yesterday.
You are the guide, and the child is a living arrow shot by your child. The shooter looks at the shooter on the eternal road,
He'll try to pull you away,
Let his arrow shoot fast and far.
Bend happily in the hands of archers!
Because he loves both flying arrows and static bows.