To My grandmother,
You have been dead for 3 years. In the dead of winter, you flied to the heavens alone. I touched your dead body and knew you would live alone in the new world. My eyes were full of tears,but I am not alone in agony ,while my father who would be my best love was another one.
The dead are dead, the living must live for themselves. Today,I watched a dead play which made me fall in a pain. My mind was blank for several senconds,then your faces occured to my mind. Now,I am dead tired,I miss you, but I cann't see you any more. I cann't stand the world,in which I cann't find any one to rely. I feel you are watching me all the while.
I feel alone in the world, can you take me around you ?