Heritage

Brothers... don't break your neck because of your inheritance.

Stop listening...

Property left by parents

There was never any intention for it.

"Break the blood, the flesh, the tallow."

One House...

Parents work their whole lives.

Be patient. Keep fragrant.

Only hope.

Let the baby stay steady.

And love each other like nothing yet

But when he left...

What's left.

Back is not love

But a scramble.

Blaming

And the word "my" is full.

Brothers who used to sit and eat at the same table.

Become a stranger.

Because of one pile of money

Finally...

Can't take with you even one baht

Try asking yourself well.

If one day that money runs out,

That house was sold.

Do you still have anyone left to call family?

Legacy never makes anyone rich in a sustainable way.

But unity.

Make the family survive their whole lives.

Don't forget...

The parents didn't leave the treasure.

To make the children quarrel.

But leave it to be a "life base."

Not "broken slate."

If you want to share...

Divided by consciousness.

Divided by justice.

And divided by a heart still called

Brother...

Because one day,

Money may run out

Possessions may be lost.

But the bloodline

If lacking

Never can buy it back again.

Remember...

Heritage is only temporarily valuable.

But brothers... worth their whole lives.