我很想你，每一天，每一分，每一秒，我都在想你。你在我哭過的每一滴眼泪裏，你在我呼吸的每一口氧氣裏。你會存在於我之后所有剩下日子的每一个角落裏，手心裏，眼底裏，心尖上，一直、一直這樣想着你。 

来不及最后看你一眼，我将因此永远都讨厌冬日的雨天。你下车后的背影在挂着雨水的窗户后面一团模糊，我只能去想象最后一次抱住你的感觉，你又瘦小又轻，身体冷冷的；我总是在幻想裏紧紧抱住你，更紧一点。 

你别害怕，你只是提前一点点启程而已。大舅跟在你的脚步之後也一起走了，你們在另一个世界还能互相陪伴依靠。从此没有病痛和灾难。从此你也不必囿于琐碎的家务裏。你可以自由自在，快快乐乐，當我头顶那颗星星，我心裏想着你，我也不害怕。(待续)  

22:49:09 THE THIRD DAY OF FEBRUARY, 2020

A Wuhaner Xiao Hang

I miss you so much,

Every day,

Every minute,

Every second,

I miss you always.

In every drop, you are my tears, within

Every breathing, you are my oxygen,

You stay with me always

Around every corner of my remaining days;

Under my sight,

In the palms of my hands,

And within my heart:

So miss you always, the hurt in fragments.

The pity of having missed the last glance

At you since then I hate all wintry rainy days;

Through the water splashing window glass

Only left a vague impression of your dark back,

Shaped out of thin air and solidified in humility and muse,

You were gone, relinquished your backtrack.

And now merely could

I imagine the feelings aroused in my heart

When last time I hugged

You,

So thin and so light you,

The Body was cold and still cold；

In fantasy, I always hug you,

Hug but tight more.

Mama, you now no need a scare,

You have just departed a little early than

Let nature take its course.

Also, my big uncle just has pace right of where

He did not lose you forever;

And now I am sure that he with you in the other world

In the rush of tenderness where

There are no more sickness and disaster.

Since then, you no need a housework-enveloped life.

You are free； you, liberated, are

A happy woman now as being a star，

Pleased right over my head-your honey-where

A ray of starlight touches me

I who miss you and then no more scare with,

am more than I am self-rightness.

That covers Chinese-philosophy.

 (To be continued)

Australia Sydney ： Wen Zheng Zhu (translate)

16/02/2020