Not waiting for the autumn wind to start blowing,
The baby swallow eventually flies away,
Leaving here a whole house of emptiness
Filled up with my loss.
Who would like to come and pick it up?
Oh! Emptiness, the feeling of loss,
That I have never ever asked for.
Why? The emptiness,
This loss, has suddenly filled my heart in such a rush.
Looking at the lone beam where the empty nest lies,
I try to figure out,
When will come its time of return,
That is so far away!
Image (About writing)
An image is the thoughts we feel,
Not the objects we see.
To write is to change what we see
Into an image that
Even a blind person can see.
我將 以此心聲 向你低唱
當你 又重回 我的身旁
Yearning is the parting
That tightens the strings of my heart.
It stirs up the dreamy memories
That always awake me, startled and confused.
(Let me ….)
With hope as musical notes,
Prayer as my pledges,
Let me quietly compose my song.
Yearning sincerely for you,
Hoping flowers blossom as Spring comes near,
Praying you will return here when Winter is over,<br/. I will whisper my heartfelt wishes to you in song
When you return to my side again.