As I walk along our backyard,
I remember your lovely orchids, smiling at the break of dawn.
You're happily watering them.
You're even singing to them while you are out of tune.
Every time you wake up,
You go to our backyard to catch them up,
to say hello and do your usual routine to let them live.
Your lovely orchids bloom and blooming each day you live.
They are the one who makes you happy,
You are the one who make them lively.
But on the day you got sick, your lovely orchids withered,
then your heart slowly stop breathing and your beautiful orchids died.
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