Eternal

Walking toward the distance

Along the sunset

I went to visit my mum

Big purple door frame

Studded with stars and moon

Mum is combing

A tract of night and a tract of day

She look at me from the mirror

Came up to her from childhood

But I can't see

Her face

Only to feel the wind

Constantly stroking

My cheeks

I recite the poem aloud
Until myself  becomes Mountains