The Poor Little Boy

I can hear the boy's sound from the forest.. 

Which made me disconsolate, I don't know who the boy is, but want to give a helpful hand to him. 

I get to know that he lost his mother, the boy is crying; as he also lost his mother like mine. 

His pain and endure are same as mine . I also lost my mother at six. Now I am 25.

Poor little boy don't fall down, try to bring courage like mine.. everything will be ok. If you are in sad your mother's soul will not rest in peace. 

Try to live with the memory of your mother like mine then everything will be ok. 

Poor little boy looks at the sky see your mother is in the sky. . She is shinning. If you are always happy she will always shine like this.