2004-04-24 20:53:00Liang
A love story 爱情好伟大
Her hair flowed in the breeze as we walked in the wind. I looked at her and said,
“Would you marry me?”
She smiled and with her face in the breeze, she opened her mouth,
“I am only the wind.
I bring sorrow to many.
You can stand so
do not grasp the wind.”
Then we parted.
The following week, in a small column, in the newspaper I read.
“I am but the wind.
I carry your love with me
but I am here
and now...
gone.”
It was the obituary.
“Would you marry me?”
She smiled and with her face in the breeze, she opened her mouth,
“I am only the wind.
I bring sorrow to many.
You can stand so
do not grasp the wind.”
Then we parted.
The following week, in a small column, in the newspaper I read.
“I am but the wind.
I carry your love with me
but I am here
and now...
gone.”
It was the obituary.