A window has been blurred with an unceasing rain
That is listening to so much piled-up sadness…
in deep heart of a young girl.
She sits there, and silently looks at the curtain of rain,
A white-dimmed drape is inundating her vision.
How many times must hide together with the rain,
she doesn’t remember all;
But never be forgettable, her memory lives in a voice choked with sobs,
Does never return her sister, and her ancestor land
that also lost in a rainy night,
As only one simple thing, she lives with the river.
The river has been still lying, under a dull rain;
It silently flows in common with the deep pangs of parting.
Because of its robbed partial bodies, from uncontrolled ambitions;
For the time being all are just in memory, never get back!
But the sun will come back with the river,
And brings who think about Mother river’s giving
birth and a settled position to.
The river still currents, but full of sinewy vitality;
Just remain a sparkle glint from the girl’s soul,
with the river bathed
in radiant sunlight.
Thanks a lot for your attention,
TaLong