When will this mess of cutting and sorting out the mess clear your thoughts,

This bone-eroding shadow is worried about when I can get rid of my heart,

When did this long and flowing water wander but regret the pace,

In this age, I have picked up the bitterness that my father had,

But always taste that life is so difficult and difficult, it is an unknown disorder,

It turns out that I used to be ignorant and pointing,

This moment and this second make me feel even more guilty,

Who could be harder than being a parent?

Note: From everything I experienced at work, I realized that going to work is really tiring and tiring! Thinking about the life of stretching out my hands and opening my mouth to eat, I am really ashamed of the hardships of myself and my parents...

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Essay] 54: The grace of parents is greater than the sky is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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