Pig, have ever been happy.
Pigs have had their share of sorrows.
Pigs are reluctant to let go of their past.
Pigs, drifting away, same origin, different directions.
Pigs, looking for each other, the same blessings, but different sorrows.
Pig, suddenly looking back, the same smiling face, but different fragments.
Pig, the smile in the dream, the tears when waking up from the dream.
Pig, the eyes are bright with closed eyes, and the eyes are dark with eyes open.
Pig, with an empty back, you feel lonely when you open your eyes.
Pig, time flies, the separated backs, the kite with its string broken, only words can commemorate this sad memory.