One, sister, when I think of you, I will sit at the table, pick up the pen and gently write a long article, words are thoughts of you, in heaven you can be well.
Two, we always thought we had a lot of time to retain and forgive, always thought we could see each other get married and have children the day they grow old; always thought you grew up with me, and I can give you a wheelchair push in your old age, but how did you go so early? You are my only sister in this world, where can I find another person who loves me as much as you do?
Three, remember when you were a kid and my mom was treading water on the ground with an umbrella? It's raining outside, and you can't come back to me anymore, do you feel my missing? The rain from heaven, is it your thoughts about me? The rain drops into my heart along with my thoughts.