Deep in the forest, where a cool wind blows.
Those penetrating rays of sunlight shining through the leaves are gently reflected on your serene face.
This forest of you, your eyes are always tightly closed.
There was no trace of war on your body, but just beauty and peace.
Once in this forest, there was your beautiful smiling face.
Once in this forest, the wind also sang to you.
Wong, have you seen it -----this continuous dream of ours?
The original poster, for you Translated, it's a beautiful poem, but I hope it doesn't is not true, I wish you could find your old love.