A Piece of Paper

I’ve found a note written with your hand - A little piece of paper in my drawer With out-of-date notes – my little island With a buried treasure – I, discoverer. I touch gently letters like the blind, As if I stroked your fingers – one by one. Scores of memories come in my mind, I feel pulsating blood in your palm… I can’t throw it away out of my desk. It’s impossible – it’s too painful, I don’t feel up to doing it – to wreck The return to the past – the symbol. I hold it close to my chest with sadness. My tears fall down on the dear sheet - All my life, and all my happiness, And a priceless memory – so sweet…