Out of thee window I tossed my weary eyes,
I saw the azure sky high,
Dotted with clouds white,
Flew to the south a row of geese wild.
I tossed my weary eyes out of the window,
Few yellow leaves remained on bleak bough,
The pines standing strong and old,
I felt chirp which was so remote.
Each time I look outside,
You'll be on my mind,
And when I think of you,
I take a look out of the window,
Winter at hand,It's getting cold,
Come let's hug,and have my bosom as your home.
Nov,5th,1997 Jinzhou |