How I wish that I could become a white cloud, Drifting to the wide hill top of my home town. How I wish that I could become a light breeze, Conveying the gentle greetings in my heart. How I wish that I could become a bouquet, Softly sending out a sweet fragrance. How I wish that I could become a butterfly, Fluttering after Your holy footsteps. How I wish that I were the little, painted pebble in Your hand, To receive Your touch of "turning stone to gold". Oh! My kind Mom! How I wish... How much I wish... To be with You!