The daughter pushed her mother toward the setting sun
They're all old
The daughter is seventy and the mother is ninety
One flower hair, one silver hair
Daughter's teeth are loose
Mother's teeth were stripped out and her mouth was hissing
There was a man selling cooked corn on the side of the road
The mother pointed and said she wanted to eat corn
The daughter came forward to buy one back
She nibbled on a few grains of corn in pain and chewed them up
Pout to three fingers
Delivered to the mother's mouth
And said: That's how you fed me when I was a kid
I'm feeding you now as you fed me
The light is gentle, and the twilight shines on the earth
A pair of geese flew into the sky into the distance