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Wednesday, November 25, 2009


-好想你-


mother,

好久没写信给你了
突然好想你..

walked past your house today and saw Papa standing by himself by the window

it's been almost 4months since you passed away
then why is it so that everytime i look at your picture, the tears wont cease falling


an auntie called the other day and asked to speak to you
i told her you are not at home
you've gone out.. to somewhere very far away
she asked if you will come home soon
i hung up, whispering.. "i dont think so"


it's 4.30am on a wednesday morning
one hour short of that day of your passing
i miss you so much that i cry late at night
i tried to supress, my emotions i fight

my dearest mother, can you hear me now?
i kept telling myself, you are only out of town
that someday in heaven, we will meet again
so now i just have to learn to deal with the pain

my dearest mother, my birthday is drawing near
this is my first year, spending without you here
the shoes that you bought for me, is now tattered and torn
memories i have of you, become scattered and gone

and now i'll end my writing
cause my eyes are all red and puffy
but Mother, when night becomes morning
i promise you i'll look happy



好想你
love you



| s a n d y wrote this down @ 03:49|

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