I can’t provide you with luxurious things!
I am sorry, my mother.
I know you like beautiful dresses,
You like delicious dishes.

But I cannot bring and afford.
I know you like going to picnics;
But I have no money.
You like to have cold drinks;

But I cannot.
If drinking blood is legitimate,
Drink my blood.
I can’t build a grand home for you!

I have a pen and paper, which can build a flimsy home.
I know your fingers are crooked by working days and nights!
Let us exchange fingers.
You take mine and I take yours.


I sleep, though I wake for you.
I fear each moment because a lot is to be done.
I pretend to be happy:
Inside me is a storm,
That can drown the whole world.

You walk with heavy heart!
I can hear your heartbeats, praying for my good life.
You eat food to let me have energy!
You cry to let me have silence.

You weep to let me sing!
I can’t let you live like this.
I will do everything to live for you.

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