Chi Wu lost his mother, fed from spit sad tone. No fly day and night, keep it through years of forest. Midnight cry every night, told of the s garments. Sound as told, not entirely nurturing heart. Qi birds without mother, Seoul alone sad deep. Should be the mother of Chi heavy, so sad without any of Seoul. Qi Xi You who are not temporary mourning dead mother. Sri Lanka only sigh holy generation, as birds their heart. Chi Chi Wu Wu Fu, Shen, of birds.