C493 Psionic Rhythm

"The stars in the sky don't speak, the babies on the ground miss their mothers, the nights when they think of their mothers' words, the glittering tears of Lu Binghua …"

To the east of the peach forest, near the back of the mountain, was a double coffin grave, with pictures of my parents embedded in it, both of them smiling and looking forward with great affection.

The children sang