He is the painting of my night sky
with a chant brush scripture
with ink affection
with a temple canvas love
he never gave up
even though sometimes I'm angry
he never insulted
even though I didn't make him proud
he kept smiling broadly
even though the temptation arrived
he still loves me
even though I was almost desperate
she is my mother
who always inherit my knowledge
he remains beside me
even though I'm lying stiff
a lot of services he gave me
but I'm like a ghost who doesn't want to know
even though he had sacrificed for my sake
but I am like a stone-hearted person
forgive your child this mother
often I make you disappointed
but you still accept
with your love that is always there