-For the children who died in Wenchuan earthquake.
-the author is unknown
Come on, kid.
Hold mom's hand.
The road to heaven
It's too dark.
Mom is afraid of you.
Touched my head.
quick
Hold mom's hand.
Let mom go with you.
mother
be afraid
path to god
It's too dark
I can't see your hands.
because
A collapsed wall
Take away the sunshine.
I'll never see it again.
Your gentle eyes
children
You may leave now
The road ahead.
No more sadness
There are no endless textbooks.
And dad's fist
You must remember.
My father and I look alike.
We should go together in the afterlife.
mother
Don't worry.
The road to heaven is a bit crowded.
There are many classmates and friends
We say
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.
Come with me in the afterlife.
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