May God bless you,
Dear mummy for disciplining so well,
And though the season has come that I must offer you this bon voyage.
Dear mummy for all the rapture you bared me.
Although you've gone this coast and now You've earned forever.
Just consider you as dozing from the blues and the fatigue.
You have strolled into a mysterious clay,
And left us dreaming the bleakness blow us And smack us on the carpet.
We have to be patient, but it's paining much more.
I can still devour your tone,
And I anticipate your light.
Your cherishing can never be denied.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem