White dots from the green,

Fell down to the street.

We walked on this piece of white sea

Aroma rose between the four pieces of pendulous petals,

Its softness is just like your gentle,

Its white is just like your purity

Its aroma is just like your pretty.

They can always make you give out exciting sound,

You would always stoop low to the ground,

Chose the prettiest and took them away

Who don’t know they must fade?

But I just know owning it for an instant is already a grace.

When I once again came to this place,

They were already no one picking up those withered.

What a heavy rain

Washes away all our fingerprints on the handrail

What a thunder,

Destroys the tree that we have carved the name of each other

What a wind

Kills all the roses that I have plucked to make you grin

What a lightning

Threatens all the birds that have seen us lingering

This place has leave me too many remembrances,

You not only take her away

But now also these reminiscences

Why do you have to be so cruel?

Those fingerprint can never be refilled

Those left there now would only be mine

The name on the bark would from then on disappear

The words left on the new tree would only be I miss you

The roses newly grown would never be the same anymore

Only one thing in the park will continue

That will be the birds

They are now sitting on the branches

After opening my eyes every morning I would kiss you softly

I did not want to wake you up so I would get out of the bed quietly

As usual I would prepare breakfast for you quickly.

When the breakfast was ready,

I would wake you up gently.

I used to use my car to let you get to your workplace safely.

After working, we did not have much activities,

Watching television and chatting already made a hilarious day.

But everything was just like a meteor which we could not catch the time and pray

No matter how beautiful it was,

It was the past.

I know you must be crying every day

But up here is only where I can stay

Even I try hard to pull my hand longer,

I can not mop the tears from your face.

Once you were the luckilest woman in this world,

But now you are just a lonely girl,

Who has to buy your own breakfast,

And go to work by bus jam-packedly

Who do not want the past to come back?

But it is not as easy as turning the hour hand of the clock.

Escape of the past is the same as the burst of rain.

Once it starts, no one can stop it,

Although I could never come back again,

I would send you blessing continuously from my place far far away….