I want to give you something, my child, because we are all drifting in the stream of the world.
Our lives will be separated and our love will be forgotten.
But I'm not that stupid. I hope I can buy your heart with my gift.
Your life is green and your road is long. You drank all the love we brought you in one breath, and then turned away from us and ran away.
You have your games and playmates. If you don't have time to accompany us, what's the harm if you can't think of us?
As for us, naturally, when we get old, we will have a lot of leisure time to count the past days and caress what we have lost forever.
The river sang and ran away quickly, breaking through all the dams. But the mountain peak stayed there, fresh in memory and affectionate.