After My Father's Death.
Poem By Albert Wong
I sang a song with sixteen pads,
You're leaving away for another world,
but your son is still staying here.
The sun is in the East while the moon in the West,
I was broken heart at the time when you're leaving,
but I could not follow to accompany with you.
Your son were sobing sadly as you go to meet Dear mom.
I could only hope you happily to meet mom, and bless us,
all wong's families with good fortune in all aspects.