我張開眼天空灰灰的
就像在沉寂的陰天裡
你看到天使有點憂鬱無精打采的
我跟平常一樣每新的一天都期待著媽媽好起來
安靜
爸爸跟我們說媽媽走了 昨晚
安靜
那天我們都穿戴整齊
是媽媽的葬禮
雨下的好大
媽說我一直都想看到你們長大
跟我說好好照顧弟弟妹妹
現在我跟我自己講話
全世界是下雨聲 安靜的畫面 和我自己的聲音
媽我知道您聽得到
媽
紐澤西 1989 冬
I woke up
The sky was a little gray
But very heavy
Even angles can not cheer up in the big gray dark day
Everyday I was hoping mom will be getting better and the evil sickness will be gone
Silent
Mom, dad told us you were gone, last night
Silent
We all dressed nicely on that day
It was mom’s funeral
It was raining cats and dogs
Mom told me that she had been always wanted to see us grow up
Told me to take good care of brother and sister
Talking to myself now
The whole world there were just the raining sound, silent vision and my own voice reamained
But I know mom can hear me
Mom
New Jersey, 1989 Winter
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