I have my hair cut

It is now just touch my neck.

For more than six years I have been a girl with long hair.

Although I was intending to cut my hair before, but I did not carry it out.

 

Girls who are wearing long hair can get my feeling,

Most of us grudge cutting our hair.

Until deeply hurt in heart.

 

Last week, there were two funerals held around me,

One is my friend’s grandma, the other my cousin’s.

The two departed were not my directly family members,

But both of them were so kind to me when I was a little girl.

 

I can still remember, one of them,

Was such a kind old lady which be loved by all children,

Who loved us mush as her own grandchildren,

Who cooked delicious food that as we wished,

Who cleaned the dirty ground which we had played,

Who got up and did housework while we were still in bed,

 

However, what I could see last days was only a cold, feeling less body

Sleeping in that glass coffin,

We called her again and again, but she did not answer.

I came beside her; she was covered with colorful flowers.

She was calm, her face is white and without any bloody.

I stand there, and could not help crying.

For me it just hard to believe she had passed away and would never smile to me.

 

After the funeral, she was cremated and burned.

Her photo was set on her gravestone,

On which she was still smile sweetly.

 

I know, even though I do not want to believe,

That one day I will sleep there, calmly as well,

Separate from those who I love, forever,

And farewell to everything on earth

 

It is never too late to love,

So just learn to cherish what belongs to you at present.