怀念舅舅
星期四 十二月 14, 2006 12:00 pm
很好的人,一生没享到福,能享受时,却病痛在身...
走了...也许是对他的解脱吧
两年前,写了...
I fear to visit my uncle,
Since a stroke took away the real one,
A happy and warm soul.
A jouncy figure,
A dull face,
A shaky hand,
A strayed mind…
I hope he never feel what I feel,
I hope my smile to him is real,
But I cannot help weeping in a corner,
And pray for any hope.
Mom told me a lot of stories,
unfolding many of his past misfortune;
Under the firm surface,
that sad and fragile heart hidden…
Now he bears nothing,
the heart was taken away
and the surface was broken.
Through his dark eyes,
I hope to see a smile,
and a peace world.