The Legend of the Wh

Tears welled up in her palms, the little girl was still so prone to crying.,My temples are frosted with age, and my hair is white. There's nowhere to express the profound sadness I feel. As a child, I was unable to repay the grace of having been raised with such love and care. Scenes from my childhood flood back, making me realize how unworthy I am of my parents' devotion.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。