Bonding.

Bonding? Bonds, all bonds--

Affection love lust; She is that mother water

Pulling from breast to breast,

I fill my mind with new juices

Always drink. Breast thirst

The benefactor is in the child's face--

So easy thirst hope hope love

How happy and sad the juice of all the world is

Attracting, from generation to generation

The soul is gradually forming in the mind

Rare life; Every now and then

Taken to the ashram in a new taste.

I destroy the thirst for breastfeeding by the mother's side

Do you want to be cut off?