When fate comes,

Compassion is like a father's voice protecting the family.

The same boat tried its best to shelter from the wind and rain

It's hard to bow down to the camp.

The poor have never been proud,

Hunger and cold are still loyal.

Who knows that after the vicissitudes of life,

The brother is peaceful, and the brother is frightened.

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