I have been missing you...
I always do the wrong things...
1. The sunshine in May warms people who are far away< /p>
Who will warm you, the figure standing at the entrance of the village and looking out
The day I left, the hot summer
You warned me over and over again: What happened
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What should be done and what should not be done.
So, what could be more exciting than going against you?
I go against your will
Make you flustered and notice me. Invisible
Sadness and Love
2. I think of you occasionally.
Ever since I have been wandering. And forget
The way home, the folks working in the loess land
When sleeping at night, they are used to holding the little cotton-padded jackets sewn by you
. Even if the hot summer comes
Cure insomnia and cover up the scars that don’t want to be revealed
3. Every time I miss home, I bite my arm hard
Until I received a call from you asking about it
I pretended to be busy, fulfilled my life and didn’t miss it
I got away with it many times. You came to the final conclusion:
"Among the many children, she is the most ruthless one!"
You said, I will never miss home. On the day of departure
4. Mom, my body is itchy, these mosquitoes from a foreign land are sucking my blood. Suck your blood, suck day and night
You gave birth to me in your womb, and my umbilical cord absorbed your nutrients
I suck with a mouth that can't even call me "Mom" Your breasts
I ask you for this and that with my hands that don’t know how to hold you
Thank you, thank you, you will never refuse
< p> I feed mosquitoes and cause harm to the world. My dearest and kindest person5. Ever since my grandpa was burned alive in a fire
Ever since my grandma struggled in bed but could never get up
Since Several car accidents: dead people, lame people, people with ugly scars. Maybe it was just a false alarm
At the funeral, my indifference was in sharp contrast to the other children's eyes swollen from crying.
In the dark night,
My grandma stroked my hair with trembling hands
6. I locked myself in a dark room. I am like
I have gained freedom or relief, crying loudly,
Calling you...
People who are sad in a foreign land, use money, houses, Career, tired body
Maintaining the blood relationship with hometown, relatives, and mother
7. You say you are old. And before you even spoke
Wrinkles, gray hair, and coughs all expressed it for you,
It was like a knife cutting into your heart. I began to hate you
When I was young, the fairy tales you told
Forgot to tell me the secret to immortality. When you say it's over,
everything is really over.
I am watching your old age
8. I am standing at this intersection again, the road that brought me from my hometown to here