Ten years ago, my mother left me forever, and the tide of memories kept flooding me with pain.
My regrets, my ignorance, my too many regrets with my mother, and my hatred and love for my mother that I had no time to express are all heartbreaking.
Recalling her departure, the world is dark and fate is unpredictable.
Angry, angry at the impermanence of fate, and angry at myself for not cherishing the short time I had with my mother.
Her love-hate relationship with me was intertwined, and her strictness towards me was not a restraint, but a deep love for me. I hated her severity and her restraint. Her departure made me understand that hate is just another expression of love...
If I had the chance to do it all over again, would the ending of the story be rewritten? This is my profound analysis of my own life, as well as my confession and affection for my mother. I hope that I can find comfort in this process and let more people learn to cherish and be grateful.
Intention: This is my profound analysis of my life, and also my confession and affection for my mother. I hope everyone can cherish and be grateful.