Every midnight in the light of the drunken moon, when I come back from the way , the distressed mother wakes up from her sleep, sighs and sits sadly in front of us, her eyes are on me, she is depressed, the mother is hurt, the mother is angry on her desperate face ÷ and her white hair has fallen into the trap of the mothers calamity, like a broken bird sitting in the corner of sorrow, I am burning from my hand, mother, I am
ashamed of your sigh, mother, I am ashamed of your gaze, mother, I am not alone of you. I am oblivious to myself, I am depressed, I am depressed, I am depressed, I am depressed, I am a better mother.
