Everyday I woke up,

I hate the feeling. The facts and truths all against me that what happening is what is happening now.

My heart aches, tears flow freely, I cannot control myself,

I rather not to wake up at all.

Treasure your loved ones

Everyone says that, no one abides by it. It'll only be a period of time

Everyone has regrets, be it treasuring more time spent or not, we will still regret not reaching our maximum capability.

I still choose to believe mum is still around.

I still talk to her when there's no presence .

I still can't accept the fact, not now, not later, not in the future.

I don't mind staying up and rotating shifts just to take care of mum's body.

I don't want her to be cremate.

It'd been 1 day.

Fed myself with tears.

I miss you mum, I'm sorry mum, I love you mum, come back mum ):
I miss you mum, I'm sorry mum, I love you mum, come back mum ):

I miss you mum, I'm sorry mum, I love you mum, come back mum ):

I miss you mum, I'm sorry mum, I love you mum, come back mum ):
I miss you mum, I'm sorry mum, I love you mum, come back mum ):
I miss you mum, I'm sorry mum, I love you mum, come back mum ):
I miss you mum, I'm sorry mum, I love you mum, come back mum ):

I miss you mum, I'm sorry mum, I love you mum, come back mum ):
I miss you mum, I'm sorry mum, I love you mum, come back mum ):

I miss you mum, I'm sorry mum, I love you mum, come back mum ):
I miss you mum, I'm sorry mum, I love you mum, come back mum ):

Hate myself;