Grandparent's Love

Oh! the lost pearls,

Now residing on the sky as stars!

Oh, my lovely Moon,

With whom my tiny fingers cherished.

The bedtime stories

Of The Sun and The Moon,

The slogans of moral life,

My favorite biscuits,

Made out of their hands,

The love poured more than parents.

Those are the days,

Days of heaven.

Remember, how they explained life,

And today, all are in vain.

Every time when in trouble,

I look at the stars and ask them,

Ain't all your theme about life, false?