The world of your,
become different than us.
We stayed still in,
with the limit but memorable memories of you.

How you were doing?
I often wonder...
My dream is the only place to meet you,
but you always left so soon.

In dream you were different,
but in reality you were same.
In dream I am hurt,
and in reality I am same.

The drop of my tear consist the best of you,
my lousy mind consist the worst I saw.
But it was still you,
No matter what it will be,

I still love you and you always will be dearly miss, mom.