Brittle felt inside
because I can only make you cry
I can never make you happy
I can only disappoint all your expectations
The story has long been covered by you
but there is a time where you will know all
and in the end, the disappointment you got from me

Is it still proper to call you mama?
I never deserve to be your son

Is it appropriate that I become a child of a mother who is so perfect as you?
Would I be your favorite baby?
what I'm doing is always always disappointed for you
This error is so great,

it's ashamed of me to go home and imagine I'll be staring at your dismayed face

it's ashamed of me to talk to you imagine you will not be as cheerful as ever since I'm disappointed you
Mama,

now I feel like a child who is so useless,
is it possible i will go home?
I do not think I can go home
I do not think I deserve to come again to step on a beautiful house full of family warmth