I watched your hand closely.
Look at it, just hold the pen quietly.
But all the hearts
I'm going to be poked by the nib in your hand, and my blood is going to break.
Son, you just left and you still have a pen in class.
Look at that sharp pen pointing to the sky.
Do you want to ask the teacher more questions?
be unable to fall asleep in the night
In my dream, I will guess countless times.
If you go to heaven,
What will you write about your underage past?
If you go to heaven,
You will also hide your land for this land.
What kind of handwriting did you leave?
Will you come back again?
Now, may I? ...
Close your eyes and wash the dust off your hands with tears.
Son, if you give it back,
Can I give you a better pen?
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Son, where are you?
Why do I only see your gentle little hands?
Hold a ballpoint pen between your fingers.
You turn around or gently call mom.
Why don't you move or talk?
Only this bloody arm
Like an iron halberd hanging in the sky
Punch my heart and the meaning of my life.
God, what did I do wrong?
You used your power to bully my children.
He has no weapons, only a pen that he has just learned to write.
Son, you have always regarded me as your protector.
It's just that my mother doesn't have clairvoyance and scud.
It's not a Big Mac or Spider-Man.
Mom would rather trade her life for you.
Son, let mom kiss the blood and mud off your little hand.
And kiss this pen full of your body temperature and sweat.
Are you asleep or are you too tired in class?
Just hang down this delicate arm feebly.
You have a good rest
I drove the bird away and made it stop crying.
You have to wake up.
Wake up and smile at me.
When I wake up, my mother tells you fairy tales and plays games with you.
Son, where are you?
Why only see your little hands?
Standing still like a huge question mark.
You said you like reading, studying and being a scientist.
Build this barren land in the future
You said you like dinosaurs, the earth and nature.
I hope to use the pen in my hand to open the mystery of human beings getting along with nature.
But why did the seedlings just break out of the ground and become a piece of rubble?
No sooner had the flowers opened their smiling faces than they broke their delicate bodies.
I asked if I shouldn't knock it off every day.
I just ask God to give me a healthy you.
I want to take your little hand home.
Listen to your nipples whisper to me over and over again.
I also want to help you use the pen in your hand.
Describe the infinite hope of the motherland and people for you.
We are still together in the afterlife.
-Dedicated to the children who died in the earthquake.
children
Where did you go in an instant?
I am looking for time and space for you.
Darkness covers your eyes.
Death holds down your limbs.
children
Can you hear our call?
Can you hold back the pain?
I asked the gods to bless me.
"Wrong" should not belong to you.
children
I am willing to bear all the disasters.
In exchange for the comfort of life.
We are fighting death.
But you left quietly.
children
There are your classmates and teachers on the road
You should love each other and depend on each other.
Did you hear your parents' instructions?
Can you manage your life well?
children
There is your schoolbag in heaven.
There are toys you want in heaven.
There are also parents who love you in heaven.
There are traces of your loveliness in heaven.
children
You are the darling of your parents.
You are the continuation of life.
Remember that living is better than anything.
We are still together in the afterlife.