My mom told me to be a good boy, But I am too young and naive To do what Forbidden.
Outside the fence I saw two mango trees branching and blooming. I would love them for all of my life.
Mango trees seemed to had short lifetime, I watch my father slowly cut them down Without any cerebrated
I watch my father cut the trees down, The mango tree inside my houseβs fence. It grows and grows As myself getting older
But so sadly, I wonβt see them grows anymore. The only tree in our house, Now then no more lively.
My father see the beauty of emptiness, While myself love the beauty of nature. Unfortunately, My mom didnβt tell this to father, And we all forgotten, that we used to have mango trees.