but the venerable Hian got sicker and sicker in the days that followed. Her robe got to look even more oversized, with nothing but skinny fingers underneath it. She told me the sing the song ' The eternal mother' for here. she wanted me the to sing it again and again. And she cried every time i sang it. she said the song took her black to her own childhood. then she said that there was still a child living in every old man.