Maybe my thoughts blasphemed my mother's original simple and selfless character, but I really heard the voice from the quiet sky, the mother's voice, the mother's cry.
Perhaps my mind desecrated my mother's original simple, selfless character, but I really heard the voice from the quiet sky, is the mother's voice, mother's cry.
Maybe my thoughts have desecrated my mother's original simple and selfless character, but I really heard the voice from the quiet sky. It was her voice, her crying.