作者: 太史公 (Isaac Shi)
Without you, the world seems cruel,
But sunset moment,
Were filled with fragrance from nameless flowers.
I see white blooms on the magnolia tree,
Last till the season’s final hours.
April paints each day passing by with green,
Make me wonder what I have missed in the spring.
I tried to catch those unnoticed days,
They have been taken away by the wind.
What is golden is not the sun,
But the road we have come so far along,
What have left us is not gone,
They just faded away.
I will hold your hands,
In those days yet to come…
Isaac Shi, 05/01/2003
Without you, the world seems cruel,
But sunset moment,
Were filled with fragrance from nameless flowers.
I see white blooms on the magnolia tree,
Last till the season’s final hours.
April paints each day passing by with green,
Make me wonder what I have missed in the spring.
I tried to catch those unnoticed days,
They have been taken away by the wind.
What is golden is not the sun,
But the road we have come so far along,
What have left us is not gone,
They just faded away.
I will hold your hands,
In those days yet to come…
Isaac Shi, 05/01/2003
