《雲子修詩漾》There Will Be Happiness

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In the drizzling rain

the wind softly sighs

Petals fall

just like any late spring.

Yearnings have lost their traces

yet

Eternal sands of time

cannot efface

the sweet and bitter

you etched in my soul.

The rain wetted my hair and eyes

Trickling through my fingers.

I remember those

Streetlights in the foggy night

Parting hands

Said goodbye to sorrows.

Dear, my Dear

There will be Happiness

If

not

tomorrow.

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-- by F. Björkström (Yun)

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