To Her, Eight Years And A Month Later, On Her Birthday
I have never forgotten yet your touch on my cheek,
I am not ready to let go.
Your memory is still on my mind,
Before I go to sleep after I wake up,
Your face is still there, smiling, looking at me.
You know, I wish I could hold you like before,
Feel the warmth of your body holding me, but I can't.
I am stuck here in this world and you are up there flying.
I guess that all wishes don't come true, but Mother,
I wish that just for a moment I could hold and kiss you.