-For the children who died in the earthquake
Hold mom's hand, son.
The road to heaven is too dark.
Mom is afraid that you will hit your head. Let's go
Hold your mother's hand and let her go with you.
Mom's scared
The road to heaven is too dark.
I haven't seen your hand since.
The collapsed wall robbed the sun.
I will never see your gentle eyes again.
Go ahead, son.
There is no sorrow ahead.
There are no endless textbooks and dad's fists.
You should remember what my father and I look like.
We should go together in the afterlife.
Mom, don't worry.
The road to heaven is a bit crowded, and there are many classmates and friends.
We said not to cry.
Everyone's mother is our mother and every child is a mother's child.
Give love to the living children in the days without me.
Mom, don't cry.
Tears can't light our way.
Let's walk slowly by ourselves.
Mom, I will remember you and dad.
Remember our agreement and go together in the afterlife.