Earthquake in My Heart.

My home land, my home land, my home land!
How poor you are! Every time you lose some of your children in a disaster, the only thing that I can do is just sitting and crying. Believe me that I haven’t forgotten you. I’m not really having fun here; I haven’t forgotten what I’ve promised you. I’m working harder and harder day by day to be able to do something one day and I hope that day isn’t too late. I’m so sorry and I feel so ashamed of being retarded and disable now.
I know how horrible it is to bury a member of your family with your own hand! I know you’re tired and upset to be a witness of your increasing adversities in recent years!
Oh, my lovely land I’m crying deeply.