Is there warmth in heaven?

On the way to work, I like to take my MD player, an MD disc, and record most of my favorite songs. Find the way to work or go home with these melancholy music or songs every day. I will introduce these songs or music in my blog later.
There is a song "fireworks Heaven".
By chance, on TV, I don't know which TV station is playing a meeting with fans of Xiong Tianping. I heard this song, the sentimental music, and the sad voice, old Stories of sorrow, as well as happy bear balances ...... Suddenly shocked!
For me, this is a new song. Maybe it is an old song, because Xiong Tianji is very thin at the redmost time, and he is not as old as fa Fu.
After finding it online, enter the MD disc and repeat it with other favorite songs during home and work.
When I was a child, I read a fairy tale "Match-selling Girl": A little girl sold matches on the street in the cold and snowy night wearing the shoes of her mother's boat, the people in the street were indifferent, and no one came to buy her match. The little girl shivered in the snowy street and had to use a match to warm up. A match could not resist the cold attack, with the slight glow of the match, the little girl enters the warm heaven with a smile in her sleep with the call of her mother in heaven ......
This song tells the story of this little girl, but I think it is more humane and sad.
"Walking in the cold and snowy night sky, selling matches to warm my dream, freezing step by step lonely, cold feeling frozen my hand, a pack of matches burning my heart, cold night can not stop forward, the wind stabbed me in the face of snow cut my mouth, dragging the footsteps of how long can walk. Who will buy my match? Who wants all of them to be ignited? Who will buy me alone? Who will call me homesick? Every time a match is lit up, I see hope, my dream, and my mother talking. She said you want to be brave, you want to be strong, don't be afraid, don't panic, so you don't have to wander any more. Every time you ignment with a match, you can see Hope, you can see your dream, and you can see your mother talking in the sky. She said you want to be brave, you want to be strong, don't be afraid, don't panic, so that you don't have to wander any more. Mom takes your hand home and sleeps in the warm paradise ."
Every time I hear this song, I can't help but have tears in my eyes. A little girl, in the cold winter night, looked at the pedestrians helplessly and kept her dream, while the indifference of human feelings always lingers around, and the loneliness is always around, and the ideal is always lost in her sleep --
Think of yourself in those helpless days, lonely, cold, have their own parents, have their own family, accompany yourself out.
Heaven is good, always in a distant place. May the little girl in heaven do not need to sell matches. Every day, She cuddling beside her mother's warmth, counting the snow in the sky, one tablet, two tablets ......