The big, pale moon
Reminds me of the white, hot milk
That I shared with you…
Mother….
The cloudy, night sky
Reminds me of a cup of coffee
I used to drink with you….
Father….
The brown, dead grasses
Reminds me of a bowl of noddle
That I have ate with you….
Sister….
The white, puffy clouds
Reminds me of the marshmallows
That we burn together over the flat-pan….
Brother….
And the brown, falling leaves
Reminds me of a glass of tea
We all drink almost at every evening….
My beloved family….
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