Since I'm a blogger of Eigotown, I should be writing in correct grammar, but not today.

What are human lives? Are they some things that one can just throw away and renew?

Is it that easy? Is it supposed to be so? No, I don't think so.

All mothers in their heart feel that, through the toils of pregnancy and pains of childbirth,

they are entitled to see their children grow up, marry, and have their own families.

When they see their babies' angelic faces, pains are gone.

When lives are created and come out to see the world, people, who have been waiting for the moment,

shed tears and thank mothers for giving birth and for going through the cruel pain, lovely pain.

But now mothers are hurt.

Unbearable pains are coming back to them, piercing them, and standing there watching those mothers

crying for their dead babies.

Mothers are feeling winter-sad. The winter, which will never be a friend of spring.

Every day, every moment, somebody in universe is dying. May be because of hunger or disease.

People may be able to make it better someday, but there is one thing we cannot do anything,

that is; weakness in people's heart.

Don't kill yourself, don't sin yourself, and don't make your mom cry.

That is the worst sin you could ever make.

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My friends who just left too early to somewhere we could never reach, I'm terribly sorry that I couldn't be there when you had to leave your mom, dad and us, but I'll remember you two and see you somewhere someday. I pray for you.