Gone With The Wind Poem by Qinling Wang

When heart becomes cold,
Everything is gone with the wind.
Hope, sorrow, destiny and fate,
All disappear in one night.

I love the blue sky.
I love the sand.
I love the dreaming people,
Who drive the loneness out.
Laugh, tear, anger and hate,
All will be gone with the wind.

It is cold,
When it enters winter.
I chase the bright light
To get heat.
While the cold wind
Blows empty my mind,
Leaving everything float in the wind.

I feel like a sleeping baby,
Smiling at the soul that fled from my body.
I wave goodbye to the past,
Thinking that nothing is left.
My eyes open to a new world,
And I swallow fresh air with tear in my throat.

2013/09/05