Two wounds burn my heart, while the tears flow down the river: the first wound because of our failed love, so now I spend my life with glasses, the second wound is even more painful, because you took away my only son.
I shed tears for him at parting, I never forgave you for that take my son - you shouldn't have done that, if you ever loved me.
I'm not sorry that he looks like his mother, I will give everything I have to my son, but I regret that I am not with him to say to him, "Son, hug me". Don't hide our son from me, don't let my life wither without him, i love him more than anything, tell him that daddy is thinking of him.