孩子，快抓紧妈妈的手 - In memory of the victims of earthquake at Sichuan, China, 12th May 2008

Frankly... I was touched by the way Singaporeans go out to help the Chinese in the Sichuan quake... But somehow I was quite unmoved to give... Maybe I was caught up by the rising inflation, maybe I was numbed by the bad news all over, maybe I was also ladened by my own problems, maybe I was being cynical...

I even missed the fund raising show 川流不息 on TCS Channel 8...

But I read this poem recited by TCS actress Xiang Yun (向云) and a 11-year old girl on the Chinese papers and I was seriously touched...

Maybe I am just being overly emotional recently...

Anyway, I hope I can do my part too... The lines are still open for donations till 1st June 2008 (+65 1900-112-5121: $6, +65 1900-112-5122: $18, +65 1900-112-5123: $50). You can also donate to the Red Cross organizations at your respective countries, so that they can send help to the Sichuan people.

孩子，快抓紧妈妈的手

孩子，快抓紧妈妈的手
去天堂的路太黑了
妈妈怕你碰了头
快抓紧妈妈的手
让妈妈陪你走
妈妈怕天堂的路太黑
我看不见你的手
自从倒塌的墙把阳光夺走
我再也看不见你柔情的眸
孩子，你走吧
前面的路再也没有忧愁
没有读不完的课本
和爸爸的拳头
你要记住，我和爸爸的模样
来生还要一起走

妈妈别担忧
天堂的路有些挤
有很多同学朋友
我们说不哭
哪一个人的妈妈都是我们的妈妈
哪一个孩子都是妈妈的孩子
没有我的日子
你把爱给活的孩子吧
妈妈你别哭
泪光照亮不了我们的路
让我们自己慢慢的走
妈妈，我会记住你和爸爸的模样
记住我们的约定
来生我们一起走

Rough translation for those who do not read Chinese:
My child, grasp mother’s hand. Quickly…

My child, grasp mother’s hand. Quickly…
The road to heaven is too dark
Mother is afraid that you might bump your head
Quickly hold on tightly to mother
Let mother accompany you
Mother is afraid the road to heaven is too dark
I can’t see your hands
Ever since the walls collapse and took away the sunlight
I can’t see the way you look at me again
My child, it is time for you to go
The road ahead is free from troubles
There are no more endless home works
No more father’s fists
But you must remember how father and I look like
We still want to walk together with you in the next life

Mother, please do not worry
The road to heaven is pretty crowded
There are lots of classmates and friends
We agreed not to cry
Everyone’s mother is our mother
Every child is mother’s child
In the days without me
Give your love for me to those surviving children
Mother, please do not cry
Tears will not brighten our road to heaven
Let us walk slowly on our own
I will remember how you and father look like
I will remember our promise
We will walk together in the next life



This blog will take a day to mourn the victims of the earthquake. I will post the other stuff after at least a 24-hr period.

Thank you for reading.

Metta~