i didn't make the time to embrace your lovely, straight hair

i'm sorry mami-please forgive me for that negligence

now that i'm here

like an artist, i'll detail the feel of your soft hair and praise for its texture

other couples want to live with certain particular eyes

not my eyes, mines will penetrate right through you like superman's peripheral

in some places, they'll call you a goddess

because of your long hair that blows in the wind with grace

i call you wavy, my mami

my hearts know the way to your hair

if you ever lose your way through your own hair

don't forget now, don't forget me

remember that i always love you

don't let me wander aimlessly

through this cold world

webbed by hatred

roads that leads to a dead end,

where facial expression is numb with no emotions

till the sun rises again that lights up your lovely hair