Icy Wong
-A series of poems in memory of her.
Thinking of you, looking at the moon;
I remember seeing you off,
Looking at you in the bay of tears, I didn't cry;
I hid all my tears until today;
An open-minded fear, watching the free bird;
The distant city will be more beautiful, but it hides my pulse.
I think the moon in my heart is always beautiful. Let me bless you silently.