I Should Have Died That Summer

Today is the day my mother is buried, I returned to that familiar house, Nothing much has changed, The TV, the bed, the willow trees outside the window, and the small lake with white light in the distance. I thought back to my childhood, Although it is so blurry, open the door of the room, I vaguely remember my mother's busy figure in my mind. But soon forgotten, The setting sun shines on the table, It illuminates all the books, And the letter my mother left for me... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.