Back to the streets with the beloved
I miss these April rainy nights
Looking for my mom, street vendors
through rough childhood

Back to the streets where my crush lived
seeking the girl of distant past
Bright lights appear like foggy night,
blurring vision

The freezing winters seemed warm thanks to the
sweaters that mom knitted
There were simple joys: waiting for Mom’s food
and daddy’s return from the war
There once were spring vibes and hopes in my eyes
to welcome mom back home
Mom’s lullaby filled my childhood with warmth and joy
May peace be with my family


Back to the streets where my crush lived
seeking the girl of distant past
The one I called “my green rice flake” ’s still waiting for me!
Bright lights appear like foggy night,
blurring vision