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Who is crying?
Like a baby,
In this late evening?
Oh, it is a cat,
The weather is too cold
and the wind is strong
It must have no home and feel hungry.
Life is always cruel and unfair.

Oh, my dear Rice Cooker
cooked me the herbal tea
to cure my cold,
My bowl of rice with a little bit of meat.
And now a cup of hot water
for my 3 in 1 milk tea.
No one gives me warmth
The Rice Cooker has given me some.
But the cat could not have a Rice Cooker.
The world is too cruel and unfair.