一年

一年      By 雨清

你问我,
想不想念?
清心颤动,
冰唇微启--
却无言.

你问我,
是否晴天?
回声笑语,
寄张俏脸;
其实, 这边--
风雨窗前.

如何诉说,
我的思念?
每个黄昏,
我守望 夕阳的光线,
只为它 温柔西去的缠绵,
多象你吻别,在一年前...

怎么忍心,
让你看见?
每个夜晚,
我醉倒在,
你曾走过的梨花树下面;
哭着怨你狠心,
狠心舍人面桃花,
飘荡在 海的那边.

你说,
过一天,少一天,
那叫走近相见;
我说,
过一天,少一天,
今生陪你, 又少一年!

记得, 你的临别一眼
却已 不再记得
我怎么过的,
这三百六十五天...

[sympathy1]

Dear Yuqing,

I havn't been able to sleepwell (nor work well) these days. When I read "Xin Ling De You Mu", I've made my mind that I'll go back to where I belong at certain time, although it could not be very early for various reasons.

Your poems touched my heart. What can I say to you. If I were you, I'll tell this bad guy go away and never be back and throw all the things that makes you think of him out of your window. He does not deserve the love you've given him.

Or, he would be back soon to you after he knows your feeling for him won't change and cannot be changed. You have to believe he also has a heart.

Also, listen to your sisters advice: don't despair, even if you are in a "wind storm", be strong and things would be OK tommorrow.

By the way, what is the "wind storm" you refer to? I would be happy to discuss with you if you write to me.

Your sister.