Ooo you, poor wind…
You cry outloud when people sleep tight at night,
Quietly wishper with no one to hear.
Ooo you, poor wind….
You fly high to escape the real.
Here and there looking for someplace tranquil.
Come here oo poor wind,
Come closer to me, the dying tree,
Together we sing a song till merry,
And set a good bye to the world behind thee.
None will bother us,
They can’t see us, not to mention caring to hear us.
We’ll be here together till the morning come.
No need to think, darling,
For I already know that your heart has long been sinking.
3rd of Sept 2017,