Slaves have no conscience.
I was trembling with anger and my mind was gloomy.
Thirteen years, people grow up in hardships.
Long feathers make you want to fly.
I want to keep you at Qingfeng Pavilion.
Goodness is like frosted grass, and its life will wither.
Running around the village looking for milk to save you.
I beg for food every day and your mother cooks.
Boil rice juice and feed it to you
I can't spare three or five times a night.
Eat enough to put you to sleep.
I went to the mill to push the mill.
Grinding after midnight
Your mother is lame.
My eyes are black.
She wiped the sweat from my head.
I worked hard for your mother.
Your mother asked me if I was tired.
I said I would give up my life for my son.
There is only one quilt in winter and summer for thirteen years.
I haven't dared to drink a glass of light wine for thirteen years.
Thirteen years without clothes makes you a ghost.
For thirteen years, I was as thin as a slave.
How much have you suffered in the past thirteen years?
Thirteen years of hope turned grief into sorrow.
Thirteen years is a dream.
Wake up from a dream, blood knife cone
The painstaking efforts of evil people are all in vain.
Now I regret who I blame.
Who can I blame?