秘林15 Painting

On a spring morning it is a haunting thing to give up, to walk through noonday and dusk till midnight lonesome, and the wife from a distance brings nothing but endless tears. but l loved her dearly. l jealously guarded a tree's bud and a candle in the wind. but when the wind kisses the candle, the candle will shed tears,like my wife from afar, filled with sweet sadness. just,my beloved wife, go far away, far away, warm and l won't even miss you, just, please don't cry,don't cry in the spring night.if you can't help crying, then crying, Then l can't help thinking of you.