Mother, Don't Cry!   (translated ver 2)
- A poem circling the web by an anonymous Chinese (later found, a mother who were thousands of miles away from her young daughter, home, in Sichuan when the quake stroke, she was unable to return home and lost contact with her family)

Child, take mother's hand. 
The way to the heaven is too dark. 
Mother is afraid you will be hurt. 
Hold mother's hands tight. 
Let mother go with you. 

Mother, I am afraid. 
The way to the heaven is too dark. 
I can't see your hands. 
Since the wall collapsed and took away the sunlight, 
I could never see your tender eyes. 

Child, just go. 
The road will never have the grief. 
You have to remember the faces of your dad and I. 
We will go together next life. 

Mother, don't feel worried. 
The road to the heaven is a bit crowded. 
There are lots of classmates and friends. 
We say: 
Don't cry. 
Any one's mother is our mother. 
Any child is mother's child. 
When the days without me, 
give your love to the alive children. 

Mother, 
don't cry. 
The tears can't light up our road. 
Let's go slowly by ourselves. 
Mother, 
I will remember the faces of you and father. 
Remember our promise, 
and let's go together next life.