Your letter seems dropped from heaven,
Likes a piece of stone falling,
To a peaceful lake of water,
Disturbing my peace suddenly.
Why it comes so late after you disappeared,
For over forty years.
You're thought moved to heaven long time ago;
Echoing in my ears you're a floating plant;
You might float down to a river of no return;
In these forty years how sad I was for lost a good friend.
Now you come back disturbing my peace again;
Your letter might be a little wild fire begin;
I'm willing it never comes to my eyes;
It's an envelope of bitter poison to my throat.
How could you stand so long not contact me?
Your letter comes with fire and poisen,
which I don't quite want its arrival.
