Quietly, we were acquitted I, at a very tender age Whenever I am overwhelmed with hatred You make my tears wash away the rage. You are always there to console me When things go wrong And you remain to

How long, is this script of mine? to all,the answer unknown. Every letter, word and line, The writing to our scripts, our own. Everyone protagonist in their own eyes, We see ourselves as lead stars. It

I never forget what you want to send me. When my mother writes these lines, my mother always remembers me, she will come to her mother but will be someday in the future. So before your mother grows older