I was doubly wretched
when you were gone,
at the end of the
very first chapter in my life.

That water-colored evening
had not vanished
from my memory
until now.

Over and over,
memories were blossoming
in my heart flower bed
without a disturbance.

Yet, I sit down
and writing our story,
with a pen
without an ink!

I know that you are not lying
under this grave.

Cold winds of the January,
trying to blow out, the flame of the candle.
I am trying to stop the wind,
by my bare hands!

Someone will call
This is so childish.
But I know that,
to you
I am still a child, that you had raised these years,
taking lot of risks, pains and efforts.

Blake said,
"Once meek, and in a perilous path,
The just man kept his course along
The vale of death."
as I see now,
our relationship always went
On that meek, and in a perilous path,
throughout all the years!

There are things I never had a chance to tell you,
there are things that I never had a chance to show you!
So, on your birthdays,
I will come to you
and tell you one by one,
show you one by one
until I laid beside you!