When you are gone
I’m going to tell me
You have never come here
Just like a dream
Disappear
When you are gone
I’m decided to forget you
Forget everything about you
Just like an eraser
Wipe off all
With me
My heart is yours
Leave me
You won’t be
My memory or history
When the autumn was coming, the leaf received a letter from the tree. She didn’t say anything after reading the poem in the letter the whole day, and she didn’t even eat anything. What she knew was her time was up, and the wind would take her to some unknown places. Yes, she didn’t have any choice. Yes, her fate was doomed since she came to the world. Yes, she understood the tree’s feeling. But her leaving is due to the blow of wind or the tree did not detain?
She picked up the pen, then put down, she didn’t know how to reply the tree at all. She picked up the pen, then put down, anyway the humble words couldn’t depict her deep feelings. Finally she picked up the pen, and wrote back:
It is a pity
It is not me
Who’s with you
To the last minute
It is a pity
It is not you
Who will leave
Together with me
It is a pity
It is a pretty
Mistake
That we meet
I am glad
You will survive
And forget anything
Of me
I am glad
I am not the
Sorrow memory
Of you
I am glad
I will leave
Without any
Pity
At night, the wind came and saw what she wrote to the tree, he cried. But he had not choice but take her away. The tears flowed into the dry ground, flowed into the creek, flowed into the roots…In the tears, the leaf fell, onto the wet ground, staring at the bald tree helplessly and sadly.
Seeing the soft soul of the leaf fly in the air, the wind stopped crying, and buried her under the tree…
http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/m-16oc8LxSI/[when you are gone by Avril]
Comments
thanks, sis yu! Hug ya!
wuuuuuu, my dearest sis! Sorry to rouse your sentimental feeling, I actually wrote this when I felt down this afternoon. Let's hug!
Wow!
I wonder when I am gone from EC, would anyone ever remember me? Your blog made me wonder about that. I guess virtual world is easier to be forgotten, easier to be erased from our memory, easier to be looked over.