Do they really forget their family? 

Watching a VVIP old age home video. Bed sheets, room decor, drapes, and all caregivers are all like high-priced hotels. Food, chess, and medical cards are all of the same quality. Take them out shopping, give them many benefits to forget the family!

Do they really forget their family?

Do they really forget their family?

Is it possible to forget birth, youth, and life?

Is life dedicated to decorating that life?

Do they really forget their family?

Don't they wait for the youngest family member crying in the neighborhood, or a bunch of elders, more than a VVIP?

Do they really forget their family?

Instead of eating VIP, do you sit at the dining table, wait for a simple meal? Wake up and have a sudden sad afternoon, or red twilight, or wake up at midnight to see any family?

Doesn't want to feel if anyone is pulling their chest off the lamp in the sleepy feeling?

What world-class modernity surpasses feeling?

Can you do it?

I don't know what! Maybe can! But I can't be modern in any way! I remained with all the bad thoughts.

An unknown silence holds my throat in both hands! I want to celebrate my words, my failure, or fulfillment. I want to spend the day soaking bread in tea and looking at my loved ones with blurry eyes. Yet don't let my blood noise/serenity/complaints! In VVIP sirens and modern systems, don't let my family's noise cover up. Don't let high-bought solitude consume my memory in any way! My only prayer for my life is that I die in the love of my loved one.