The moon shone solemnly in a chilly long winter night.
Cranes cried and wolves howled terribly under the moonlight.
Dead leaves hit against the tomb then dropping to the ground.
The parents were sad to lose their son thus walking around.
To mourn his death from afar, I burnt joss stick and candle.
I prayed that God would change his soul into an angel.
Should there be Samsara day from the saviour.
He could be a good doctor to console his mother.
Chinese paintings & calligraphy about all Charles Wu's poems
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem really expresses what parent feel when their child dies.: (