Hundreds of flashing lights
Colorful garlands hanging in the neck
Proudly wearing those robes
Happily marching in the aisle.
With the smile in her eyes
I can tell how proud and happy she is.
We walk and took the hardship I made.
With our hands holding tightly.
With beautiful garlands in my neck,
Proudly wearing the robe,
We stand in the aisle
And a flash of lights struck.
Until now, there's a part of me I hated that photo.
While she's wearing the sweetest smile,
I wear my most horrible smile.
Regrets and blames is what I plant inside of me.
For that Gradution picture
Is what they used in your burial.
Where everyone can see, in the last time
The most exotic smile you have Mom.
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