The Legend of the Wh

The blurry vision gradually cleared, and I could see the warm sunlight streaming through the window into the ward.,Here's the translation, keeping the HTML tags as they are:,My temples are frosted with age, and my hair is white. There's nowhere to express the profound sadness I feel. As a child, I was unable to repay the grace of having been raised with such love and care. Scenes from my childhood flood back, making me realize how unworthy I am of my parents' devotion.。