You are your own hope
My unrealized dreams are still mine
They have nothing to do with you, just let them have nothing to do with you
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Why don't you have a brand new dream
In that dream, there is no need for me
I am an old thing
But Still not ready to dedicate my life to you
This is my stubbornness
But I love you, my child
I love you, that’s all
Child, you are not my hope, you are your own hope. You are not a continuation of an old piece of music, nor a blank piece of paper for others to draw on. You are so precious, how can I take it for myself. What I can do for you is love you as much as I can, and may your journey be "long and full of adventure and discovery" as you set out. I believe you will be "with a high heart...and a rare excitement stirring in your heart." heart". And you don’t have to have me on your journey.
My child, with you, I don’t want to give up myself. If you cry, the world will be in chaos; if you are sick, the world will fall. Eating and sleeping, day and night, life is rearranged around you. All along, although I don't want to admit it, the future will not be more important than the present, and you and I can only be a certain part of each other's life. I can't give up on myself.
My child, I can give you too little, but you give me too much. It is inevitable to be entangled with the frustrations of the complicated world. If you always learn to think about problems with a childlike innocence, your worries will become easier to solve. In fact, Haisang also wrote in another poem that children "come to the world to educate us so that we can grow again instead of decaying."
Children, I love You, that's all.