Small things stir up waves
Old pains surge across the years
Under the same roof day and night
But an invisible line rises in the heart
The moment conflict breaks out
All the swallowed feelings surface
Calling for someone outside to ease
To loosen the tightened strings
Twenty-plus years of tangled turns
Three generations' emotions piled high
Everyone has unrest in their heart
Everyone has their own fence
Words become defense the moment they're spoken
True hearts rarely reach the other shore
Words scatter in the air
Never fully received
She carries heavy mountains in her heart
So she must defend her own judgments
When old habits are touched
Defense begins to spread
Turning kindness into blame
Turning advice into challenge
Building walls in her mind
To protect that broken part within
The outsider unfolds the map of this world
Showing where each person's journey goes
Seeing hopes seeing hesitations
Seeing the stubbornness beneath fear
Not provoking not accusing
Just clearing away the layers of mist
Seeing the misaligned connections
That have trapped generations on their roads
I learn to tell apart clearly
Which wounds are mine to carry
Which weights come from others
Pain passed down through generations
I don't long for overnight recovery
I don't force anyone to let go of their hold
I only wish my inner suffering
Could be caught by this world
The high wall still stands before us
No need to break through it now
No need to argue who owes whom
Only let the truth be placed
Even if we cannot complete each other
We can still hold onto gentleness
Through the wall of years
We see each other's joys and sorrows