I'm walking on the streets, and I saw a stray cat.
My emotions were stirred for it was the opposite of very fat.
I fed and pet and took it home to let it feel somewhere it belongs.
But how sad that when from my bosom I laid it down to the floor,
It quickly went outside the gate for it was scared to enter the door.
I'm sorry I couldn't make this house the place you feel belong.
Maybe I too was hasty, that I brought you down and you felt it's strong.
It's different from what you wanted.
Also, that I have a tom cat, mom sternly forbids...
I think that's why each of them eventually leaves.
I had to let you go and roam where your feet take you.
Still, in my memory and heart you have a place—yes, you do.
I haven't, couldn't speak with my mouth about comforting words;
So I thought-fully wished that they do it—they, the angels.
"Live.... LIVE WELL," Wherever I am and wherever you are, my only request of you is this.
Maybe next time, we'll meet;
And maybe that time, Mother will permit.
But for now as I couldn't make you stay,
Then for you I greatly and faith-fully pray.