Mother
I'm tired, ma'am
Travel is so long, including the period in which every impression gone
I'm still far away in the empty arena dreams of the past
Among the poems ago
I want to return without
Products in the wound
I'm tired, ma'am
Will you still let me continue to investigate the dream run
None?
I'm tired, ma'am
Will you come to hand
So that I may be back
Be caress in you
Or i n your dusk
Mother
Travel is exhausting, ma'am
Can I go home only briefly?
Mother........
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