It's the 7th Month of the Chinese Lunar Calendar.
I took my day off with my brother and visited my mum's resting place at Bishan.
It was for the very first time.
For the past 20 years, I've never had such initiatives when coming down to such beliefs.
When I started talking to her, I feel like a complete unfilial son.
Why? Why did I take so long to realise what must be done?
Why did I not even care for the past 20 years?
I feel like crying.
I feel so miserable.
I feel so stupid.
I feel so damn damn damn useless.
I'm looking back and wondering why
I took so long to realise
That nothing's changed, it never will
All these years of standing still
And still I stay in all this pain
And nothing's gonna make it go away
Aunt Eliz, many many many thanks for helping out.
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