wait for
You waited and waited under the olive tree,
I am wandering in a distant place, wandering again.
Life is a hidden dream,
To make up for the regret,
Whenever the moon is full,
I worship the olive tree alone.
You won't come again, I'll wait,
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
The longer I wait, the more I love.
A poem written by Wang for Sanmao after he learned of his death.