Mother, for a long time I just wanted to write a poem for you

but wrote a lot of times
it is still not written

mother, this poem for you
I don't know how to start

I don't know how to end
and I don't know how to write

It's like a slap in the face when I was little
I do n’t know if I should accept it bravely or choose to escape

Mother, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you

Even if it is not well written
Even if you are far away at home
and will never read it ...

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dreams,
Don't be surprised that he is in your dreams for no reason.

This is the thing your daughter folded with tears in her eyes,
from thousands of waters and mountains away, begging him to return with her love and sorrow.