ឈីង

Inflammation is burning _damaged like a candle

Qi Qing Qi Qing lives alone, like a flower withering in the morning. When she lost her mother, she realized that she had a human body and was suffering.

Qi Qing, Qi Qing, lives alone like the morning dew on a lotus leaf. When she is separated from her mother, she wanders alone, far away, helpless.

Qi Qing, Qi Qing, dreams of seeing her mother, when she turns her back, her shadow disappears, and no one knows that she is sad.

Qi Qing Qi Qing dreams of seeing her mother when she turns around, her shadow disappears, and she is gone from the rain and wind. No one knows that she is sad.

Tung Ching Hatalong Tung Ching

Tong Ching Hatalong Ting Ching