I am thinking in my mother's cradle.
Blue sky, stars, clouds
Bright, shiny, dark
Like a book with a rock page.
When mother opened it.
I looked, and it was full of periods.
Big, small, new and old
Plain, interesting, ancient and realistic.
I don't understand.
I practice walking on my mother's knee.
Stone, sand, mud, uneven
Straight, curved, narrow and wide.
Like a mess of grass.
Mother pointed out one by one.
The road to light or mystery
Go astray
There are endless smooth roads.
And misty fog.
And frozen snow and ice.
Even if they lead to darkness.
The road is also busy with pedestrians.
two
I opened the pages of the rock myself.
I saw it said "danger, danger"
At the age of 22, I consciously understood the meaning of four words.
But I just want to tell my mother.
What is the situation of Ren?
I'm not afraid.
I just want to be able to read on.
Whatever the outcome.