Letter from the paradise
The great Banyan in the schoolyard,
How I wish to see it again.
The gentle greetings between wind and flowers,
How I wish to hear it again.
On May 12, 2008,
I will never forget the unspeakable pain.
When our teacher was chalking her last sign of life，
The blue sky failed to keep the black clouds at bay.
With the tearing growl of the earth whistling through the air,
Swallows fled from their nests against the fate,
South winds restrained her usual smiling face.
I unexpectedly fell into the abyss of despair,
Before I could hardly take a firm stand on the rocky place.
Beneath the scattered rubber
Lies my classmates once accompanying me study and play.
The beautiful school in bygone days
Has turned into the front line of the awful mayhem.
The cold stones that spread over the ruins
Left me seeking a glimmer of hope with my mind barely sane.
Every second I spent in the immense dark
Suffice to equal millions of years in the free plain.
Mummy, I am really dog-tired.
How I wish to fantasize a sound sleep to taste.
Close my eyes,
Only serenity could stay.
Follow the step of the Grim Reaper,
The heaven is the terminal I will find my way.
Daddy,
Don’t grieve over my sudden go-away.
I am always looking at you from the sky to ease your pain.
Mummy,
Don’t shed your tears calling my name.
I am always staying in one corner of the world,
Watching you forever to rekindle happiness in your face.
Look! Among the millions of stars that stud the night sky,
The one that just flashed across the sky
Is the last glint of my life.
I could present by your side.
Farewell, my classmates.
Farewell, my parents.
I’ll be good in the heaven.
Please don’t worry or heave a sign.
Translated by Dong Jirong and Hu Zhicheng
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