Broken umbrella

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I still remember very well
At that time there was no cost to depart
From the village to the crowded urban areas
It was raining heavily
Your feet are forcibly stepping

Only have a broken umbrella
Mom roams home with a sob
No matter how lightning strikes
Mom keeps walking patiently
Though your body is shaking
Mother still knocked on the door of the local people

Broken umbrella | Ecency