Memory

The sun has gone sleep ,

Now it's dark so deep .

From the window of our little room ,

I can see the night is about to bloom .

The evening stars are twinkling in sky ,

And they say to the day bye bye. 

Seeing this wonderful scenery  ,

I sink into the mist of my memory .

The memory of my high school days ,

When I like to draw her face in last page .

Now it turns into a deep heart pain ,

Remembering her face wetted in rain .

But her beauty can't be described 

By this nib ,

Told my heart with a breath 

So deep.