一端是盐水浸泡的忍耐，
一端是糖霜包裹的误解。
饥饿与饱足都在沉默中开战，
一碗饭，藏着爱的真空。
孩子的胃，填满了空白，
孩子的心，却无处滋养。
热菜未必温暖，
冷饭亦非无情。
真正的抚育，
不是喂饱一张嘴，
而是看见一颗魂——
在每一道菜中，被认真对待。
One side—endurance steeped in salted water,
The other—misunderstanding glazed in sugar.
Hunger and fullness wage silent war,
In a single bowl, love goes missing.
A child’s stomach, filled with emptiness,
A child’s heart, left unfed.
Hot dishes may not bring warmth,
Cold rice isn’t always without compassion.
True nourishment
Is not in feeding a mouth,
But in seeing a soul—
Treated with care,
In every meal served.