A mother saved death, and death took away her child. She went to look for the child. In order to find the child, her chest was punctured by thorns, leaving her eyes to the Great Lake and changing her black hair with the old woman's white hair. Hearing his child's heartbeat, the child has become a flower. Mother wants to take her child back, but death refuses. Death wants to take her child to heaven, but mother puts her hand on other children's flowers and pulls them out. Death says, Do you want other mothers to lose their children like her? Mother didn't pull out the flowers. I gave my children to death and let them go to heaven. To the side of God.