The lover's death

When I wake up this morning, that dream is still so vivid.

Yeah, the same dream about my late American husband! The whole 6 years God allows us to spend together in spirit via internet! I don't want to believe the fact that he has gone forever....however, he is really dead! it is me who buried him.

Suddenly a small poem occurs to my mind!

爱人之死

他静静地躺在那里，
像是睡着了，
只有嘴里噙着一口鲜血。

她俯身向他，
轻轻地触摸他冰冷的脸颊。
无限柔情，
她在心中呼喊：
My teacher, my baby

她没有流一滴泪。
那一刻，
似整个世界停滞似的静。
可是，她知道，
他们终究是分别了，
他已永生！

The lover's death

He lay there quietly,
as if he was sleeping,
Only some blood remained in
his mouth.

She leaned towards him,
touching his icy cheek gently,
with the infinite tender feelings.
She cried in the bottom of her heart:
My teacher, my baby...

She didn't shed a tear.
At that moment,
it seemed that the whole world
was at a standstill.
However, she knew about it clearly,
Adieu, he left his own life and her, turning into eternity...