Pain Made Her Beautiful

What is the handwriting of pain?; Her footsteps are the formless traces on the road; Her dilated eyes burn like coal;

What is the handwriting of pain?
Her footsteps are the formless traces on the road.
Her dilated eyes burn like coal.
Several nights she comes home wet,
Since the dust couldn't swallow her sweat
And the sun was too emotional to dry her up.
Oh, mother! You are my jewel and glowing bulb.

She's an evergreen tree with beautiful fruits
She's the figure of nature
Even though pains stroke her face like tribal marks,
Still, she housed me in her belly that looks like ark.
She pillowed me on her comfy back for years,
And she gave me her watery breast to suck
The reward of her labor awaits her,
Goodness and long life dwell in her future
Although pains made her beautiful today.