Withered heart

Night, gradually accompanied by my sadness

Mansion-like house

Can't find a trace of warmth

You promised

Will not let me be lonely

busy work

Still an excuse for not accompanying me

I have a lot of things that others want.

But those that are bought with money

I do not care

I only hope that you can accompany me.

Like ordinary children

worry about me

Love me

Like the setting sun shining on me

Will have warmth

Hold your hands with me

Calling my name

mom

Do you really love me?

Fifth grade: Meng Xiaoke