Mama, I think it’s time to write a letter to you.
to document your memories, our memories somewhere
Although I just spoke to you over the phone and I
sang that beautiful song with you.
长亭外，古道边，芳草碧连天
天之涯，地之角，知交半零落
Song of Farewell,
"Outside the long corridor, along the ancient road, the green grass seemed to connect with the sky.
"At the edge of the sky and the corner of the land,"
"The friends in hearts have gone their separate ways."
the song I sang with the protest group in front of Chinese Embassy in Los Angeles
Your singing was peaceful, but you frowned deeply
you said it reminds you of that year