When disaster strikes suddenly,

That girl, you are touching the person you love. Her eyebrows and eyes, her face, were once so familiar. Take another look! Cover the sheets and you'll never see each other again. I didn't see your tears, but I clearly read your unspeakable sadness. That is the helplessness and hopelessness of not believing that disaster has come, and the soul is broken. Dear, is your soul still unwilling to leave the sky? Seeing that the person you love most in your life is crying for you, you can't wipe the tears off her cheeks as before. You must be very sad. At some point in a certain century, you used to be dear friends and relatives, and you once entrusted each other with happiness. Honey, you know how much I miss you. Open your loving eyes and stare at me again! I am willing to exchange my countless hours for a moment of deep affection for you.

Sister-in-law, I heard your helpless cry. My relatives, my relatives are all there, crushed by the slate. I saw him. It's just that he's not moving. Follow your hand and expect to see only a head with closed eyes. The whole body has been buried in the ruins. He's one of yours? Or ... you're crying, help him! Perhaps, you were still bickering yesterday, worried about your children's study, and angry about their disobedience. You think you can grow old together. You think that if children don't study hard, they will have nothing. But now, everything in your heart is gone. I don't want anything, I just want you to live. Let me see your smile every day, let me touch your real warm body every day, and I will wake up with a smile in my dream. That's not true. I haven't apologized to you for quarreling. I never want to admit my mistake, but now I am willing, I am willing to say 1000, 10,000 sorry. Don't be angry with me. I love you. Honey. So the pain is like this. It grabs your heart and makes you unable to breathe. Dear, where were you when the pain swept through?

Don't cry, son. Your frightened eyes hurt me. It must have scared you just now. It must have been disturbed by people's crying. It must be the mother's empty eyes and vacant hugs that kept you awake. Your young soul must also vaguely know what kind of people you are facing where you are going just now, and in an instant, the world has changed. So, children, please forgive them. So, my child, stop looking at this fragmented world with timid eyes. Everything will be fine, everything will be as good as new, just like your delicate and energetic face. Let time heal the scars in people's hearts! Everything will pass. After all, we should live well. Hug you, mom. Hug a brand-new hope.

When disaster comes, happiness is just a gorgeous illusion, which is fleeting.