In midsummer, the shadow of the locust tree breaks into the blue frost, and the childish words are not yet finished, but the person is dead.
Children's voices are broken where the gray shirt is swept away, and the alley is deep and full of tears.
The family leaves behind the worldly customs and travels to a foreign country with their old photos.
During the day, my voice becomes muted, and at night, my dreams become cold when I sleep under a solitary lamp.
Thousands of miles of wind and frost stain my hair, and I mistakenly believe that a child is in trouble.
The punches and kicks were ignored, and the bloodstains were as strong as steel.
Even though he was misunderstood as a human trafficker, he never changed his mind to find a relative.
I just hope that the child will return to his hometown, so why be afraid of wolves on the road ahead.
We are both looking for children at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before.
We held up flyers to ask about the cold and heat, and walked through the streets together at dawn and dusk.
Helping others to reunite and be happy brings tears to the lonely lamp alone.
Hundreds of families reunited, with no trace of their own flesh and blood.
As time goes by, love gradually fades away, and there is no reason to blame and sigh.
We have been on the same boat through wind and rain for ten years, and the rifts can never be repaired overnight.
A piece of marriage paper was torn into pieces, and two lines of tears fell on the way home.
From then on, I searched for my old shadow alone, and there was no corner in the vast world.
The eaves of the health-preserving roof are as cold as ice, and the childish heart has long recognized the feeling of foreign land.
I hide old photos on cold nights in the woodshed, and vaguely call out my baby name in my dreams.
Dropping out of school to work to make a living, shouldering the wind and rain on the journey.
Half a piece of broken play hides warmth, and I have traveled thousands of miles to find my biological child.
The station was crowded with people, and the old photos were filled with tears.
Twelve years of light condensed for a moment, and a thousand lines of bitter tears wet the clothes.
Let's talk about the bitterness of parting in detail, and then tell you how much I miss you day and night.
Holding hands with parents, we return to our hometown, and we will no longer be shaken for the rest of our lives.
