When I broken your plates,
Why didn’t you angry?
I still remember your words …
“Be careful, dear.”
When I didn’t get up early,
Why didn’t you shout me?
I still hear my favorite songs …
That you opened loudly.
When I was singing with my bad voice,
Why aren’t you laughing?
I still remember your style …
That you danced with my songs.
When I told you my experiences,
Why didn’t you bore?
I love the way you looking …
That you’re always interest and reply.
When I am far from you, like this time…
I know your love more and more.
My soul and heart are request me,
To live and had fun with you, Mom.
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