"I'm fine. ”

"Xiaobai, don't worry about me. ”

"Isn't that all right for me?"

"Xiaobai, don't cry. ”

Barsaromu Brent couldn't stop crying, she wiped them away, and her eyes flowed again.

"Monroe Ignaty Woods, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, if I had found you sooner, you would have ....... ”

"I'm sorry, Monroe Ignaty Woods, I should have insisted on looking for you, I ...... Woooooooo ”

"Woo. ”

Lu Dongchen, who was outside, heard the sound of crying.

Looking through the window, Barcelo Brent cried again.

Like a child, lying in the arms of Monroe Ignaty Woods.

Her voice was like the sound of a pig being killed.

What's wrong?

Barçaromu Brent crying again?

Did anything happen?" "Thank you for having me, my life is bright.

I am a piece of dust, from accident, discovered by you and raised as an adult.

Thank you.

I'm vulnerable, and you make me strong.

I am humble, and you have made me understand the meaning of life.

My tears, my tiredness, it's all for you.

Thank you for having you.

Thank you, my mom and dad.

The flowers outside the window have fallen, the water is still flowing, and your grace will always exist in my heart.

I can't forget the moment when you held me in both hands.

My soul, my life, is shaking.

Thank you, your daughter can't be repaid.

You loved me and gave me everything you had.

But I can't give you anything.

I'm sorry, my mom and dad.

You said you want me to be strong in life.

You're gone, my life is dark.

Even at the last moment of your life, you think of me.

I'll never be able to repay your kindness in my life.

Mom, Dad, I love you.

Mom, Dad, I love you guys!"

The name of the topic is called Grateful Heart.

Thank you, parents, without you, there would be no me.

I should have died long ago, leaving the beautiful world.

It was you who saved me with your own hands, raised me, and told me that this world is not terrible.

By chance.

It is the greatest luck of my life that I met you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Lu Dongchen held the paper and groaned softly.

This letter is her feedback to her parents.

Her parents loved her, and she loved her parents.

Barçaromu Brent sat beside him, his eyes welling up with tears.

The daughter lay in her arms and fell asleep.

Monroe Ignati Woods leaned against the wall, the sun shining down on her face.

Hair, dancing gently.

Pale complexion, as beautiful as your lilies.

"Thank you for having you. ”

"Thank you for having you. ”

"Thank you for having you. ”

The last words converged into blood.

Thank you for having you, my world is beautiful.

Barçalomu Brent pushed Lu Dongchen, who was puzzled and turned back to ask.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Lu Dongchen shook his head.

Barcelo Brent gritted his teeth, this bastard, he deliberately pissed me off.

"You're not self

Write a song. ”

Lu Dongchen's eyes widened, eldest sister, you are here to do something.

I'm indulging in it, and you tell me to write songs.

Don't you find this story touching?

"What, can't you?"

Man, you can't say no.

Lu Dongchen stood up and stood against the wind.

After a while, sit down.

"My leg is a little sore. "Get out. ”

Monroe Ignaty Woods: "....... "I wanted to cough too, but I couldn't.

The two who are fighting are the most beautiful in her eyes.

Envy them, able to be carefree.

Envy them, joy, anger and sorrow on their faces.

"What about the song, have you thought about it?"

Lu Dongchen wanted to shake his head, but Barcelo Brent gave him a look and waved his fist.

He, from the heart.

Nod.

"Sing a sentence. ”

Lu Dongchen: "......." "I'm just humbling.

Well, can't I sing yet?

Pat her daughter on the torso and tell her to stand up

Close your eyes.

Concentrate.

Ponder.

Envelopes, paper, the contents on it.

Their stories flickered in their minds, like a movie.

"I came from chance, like a piece of dust. ”

"Anyone can see my vulnerability. ”

Yes, who can see the vulnerability behind my smile.

His voice was very soft and gentle.

But it can bring back my own memories.

"Where I come from, where I love. ”

"Who calls me in the next moment. ”

Perhaps, I should have died a long time ago.

I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where I'm going.

At this moment, a voice called to me.

She told me that she couldn't die.

Live, live, live well.

"Although the world is wide, this road is difficult to walk. ”

"I've seen all the ups and downs in this world. ”

The world is big.

Heaven and earth are wide.

This road, to go down, is very difficult.

I fell again and again, got up, and fell.

Sometimes, I ask myself, is it still necessary to keep persisting?

I'm missing more than one thing than anyone else, can I still live?

It's easy to stand up.

It's hard for me to do it in the face of discriminatory glances from others.

In front of the scenes, the smile of Ge Monroe Ignati Woods turned into a mist.

The pupils rolled, and tears brewed in the eyes.

She looked at Lu Dongchen.

The song.

Why does it feel like you're writing about me.

Barsaromu Brent opened his mouth wide and looked at Lu Dongchen.

The song.

This tune.

The story.

How he .......

"How much love I still have, how many tears I still have. ”

"Let the heavens know that I don't admit defeat. ”

The one who loved me is gone.

How many tears I shed, I don't know.

From birth to now, how many times have I secretly hid in the bed and cried.

They laughed at me. They don't play with me.

They said I was deaf and dumb.

They discriminated against me.

I'm always alone.

Alone in the corner, alone licking his wounds.

Friend, that's something.

Am I still eligible to have friends?

Once, she kept asking herself.

It became a question.

I wanted to give up.

"Grateful heart, thank you for having you. ”

"It has been with me all my life and has given me the courage to be myself. ”

Barsaro Brent is translating and explaining the meaning of the lyrics to Monroe Ignati Woods.

Every word pierced her heart deeply.

She couldn't hear it, but she could feel it.

She couldn't speak, but she wanted to sing along.

Grateful heart, thank you for having you.

Grateful heart, thank you for having you.

The hand kept saying the same word, and she, roared.

Throat, there's something stuck in the master.

Can't tell.

Even if it's a sentence I love you.

I love you.

She hated herself so much, why, only I was like this.

Why.

Why!!

I had the courage to be myself, but you're gone.

Does it make sense for me to continue to live?

"Grateful heart, thank you for having you, the flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish the same. ”

Barçaromu Brent burst into tears.

She listened to the song, tears streaming down her face.

I don't want to cry, I want to cry when I hear every note.

It's not easy.

How lucky I am to compare myself with them.

A song, over.

Made three people cry.

The daughter wakes up and hears her dad singing, and she wants to applaud.

I saw Sister Yun crying, and the beautiful sister was also crying, and her mouth was deflated.

Cry together, the more you cry, the worse you cry.

"Wow. ”

"Woooooooo ”

"Woooooooo ”

It's sad to cry.

It embarrassed Barçalomu Brent, we were so sad and crying.

What about you?

Wake up crying, are you hungry?

The two stopped crying.

The daughter is still crying, and there is no tendency to stop.

"Oh, baby, what's wrong?"

"Woooooooo "Just crying, don't ask me why, I don't know.

The daughter entered her arms, and the tears stopped.

The snot was hanging, she was about to wipe it, and Barcelo Brent grabbed Lu Dongchen's hand.

Stretched out in front of Kiki, with the tacit understanding of the daughter, familiar with the wipe.

Don't forget to spray it once.

On the clothes, there is snot.

Lu Dongchen was very disgusted, but he couldn't pretend to be disgusted.

You're such a good daughter of Daddy. "Baby, what are you crying about?"

The daughter shook her head, yes, why am I crying?

"Don't know?"

The daughter nodded.

Barsaromu Brent, who was crying and laughing, covered his forehead.

I don't know, why are you crying so much?

My daughter's eyes widened, looking at Sister Yun in confusion, and the beautiful sister, how they looked at me.

"It's all your fault. ”

Bang bang, Lu Dongchen was shot, died, and the book was finished.

He was going to vomit blood, I didn't do anything, why was it always me who was hurt.

Be reasonable, you can't talk about it, bear with it, and it will pass.

"Why did you write that song, it made Kiki sad. ”

Lu Dongchen: "......." "Didn't you ask me to write it?