The Portrait of My Mother

Bcoz of heart filled with love

And life surrounded orb

I wake this gloomy light

On face in a wrinkle sad

Eyes closed grasp the tears

Affection burned inside reveals

Bcoz she knows how’s to be alone

And hope behind the day

To become a boy with a girl

No one ever sees the hundred years sink ship without descend in

coincidence well equipped lack lips from water

within relevant to let sincerity lead the manner.

For upper case, put the unsurpassed beam adhere every wrinkle

on your cheek that touches doors of heaven.

“Open Sesame!” they say, so it’s time for words to play

escorts the aim here taking a form which

she can hear and you be known.

Angel demon stand still waiting presume you’ll sit

in their yard and let you come in.

Alas, to become a boy with a girl is not your own privilege.

Put its Wright then you are noted as the right.

Place its down in that case your book comes from behind.

Don’t you know if there’s couple afterwards comes the third?

that in time's fullness the diamonds couldn't be distinguished

from the genuine in brilliance or hardness.

In end it would tell.