Nature could rush off your kind face from my heart,
Which always beside me crinkled in tender;
Clock arranges every night track in chart,
The image left only love remains I wonder;

Time etched wrinkles to record stories,
We aren't able to impede the nature grows;
Petals want embrace water after glories,
After reached, things changed as stream flows;

But none shall substitute our tie of kinship,
Even the nature can be changed by human beings;
Hope the sea would deliver my letter by wind ship,
All the memory shall be recorded by my writings;

As long as the earth still be in vast universe,
Your story will imprint in me with soul converse.