In the past, when my mother was still alive, she was happy, even though she had to undergo the devilish training every day. She had no freedom, no joy, and some only
I am strict with myself, but when I run to my mother at the end of each day, everything is forgotten. Mother's embrace is warm, here
In my arms, it seems that winter will never come, there is no severe cold, there is only the warmth of spring. But, it all depends on mother
Gone and no longer exists, I will always remember that night, that night my mother died to save her, hating my own incompetence, why, why
Can't even save her mother, the only one who loves her and loves her?
I remember someone once said that as long as you work hard, happiness will come. She has always believed in this sentence, but at this moment, she hesitated,
Since childhood, for the sake of her mother and for herself to grow up and become a useful person, she has endured no matter how hard the training was, but, working so hard
In the end, even his mother couldn't be saved, so what use was he? At this moment, she doubted - could there really be happiness in the world?