Oh, dear mom, you need me so!
You can't see how your grandson grow.
My days go so slowly.
I need your wise advice.
Now my life is not like a paradise...
Where can I find help,
And from whom I can get kindness?
I am so helpless, like a young deer in the deep forest:
Everything scares me,
Even the quiet rustling of leaves.
My big eyes full of tears.
My body trembles of great fear.
I really want to re-take you by the hand
And walk down the avenue of chestnut trees.
We would ride together on a swing boat,
High climbing to touching the clouds.
I'm sure we would have a lot of laughs
And happy as before.
But now with me staying just some memories of you
And nothing more...
Oh, dear mom...
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