"The grass on the grave turns green and then yellow, yellow and then green, just like my thoughts, which can never be severed." "I have already become a father and a grandfather, but I haven't called my mother in over thirty years. I think that when the day comes that I can no longer carry cement, I will return to the village and lie down next to that pile of earth. Maybe then, I will call out to my mother, and she will be able to hear me." My mother 😭😭 Ca: 0xff0f01eaf431d7b0c6984fd9f20e5726c9334444