When I was a child, I always thought
Mom is a strange person.
I like food.
She doesn't even eat.
I can't finish it.
She ate them all.
at present
I put the best food in the world
They are all here.
Mom, where are you?
You come to eat
Write it on mother's day
Years pinch wrinkles on a smooth face.
With the angular mountain in your heart.
To a quiet lake.
Even if I support my mother.
A monument that refuses to be touched.
Slowly soften into nectar
Give the child a drop.
The immature child glanced back at his mother.
The brilliance of maternal love will be transformed into the nutrient of happiness.
Give your mother-in-law a drop.
Strangeness and embarrassment become a little sincere warmth and dependence.
Gentle nature is passed down in tolerance.
A drop to find a relative.
If friendship can turn yearning and suffocation into liberation
Filial piety can be attached to the care of generations.
A drop for my lover
When the years are as light as water, they still leave a trace of touch and trust.
I have been trying to repeat my determination to get old.
Give a drop to your brother.
Watch my sister-in-law respectfully prepare tribute and paper money for you every year. I feel the sacredness of generosity and harmony.
Drop by drop to my father.
Listen, he will eventually remember many benefits of you and your relatives.
I think you always make peace with him again and again.
Drop by drop to the world.
I remember you took me to the river to wash clothes for fun because you were afraid that I would be stupid in reading. The beauty of the world comes to me with the spring breeze.
Give everyone a drop.
Remember that your stubbornness is really due to your efforts and efforts.
I think I can avoid a lot of unhappy and beautiful life.