The Voice of Windchime

The windchime , Which is hanging under the roof, I wonder why I couldn't hear their precious voice . In a deep voice of silence, They have drown. That sorrowful silence tells me They are waiting for a long known friend Who brings them happiness, a gift. Whenever that friend stop by here. That friend must be here. Now I could hear it, The voice of windchime. A voice full of healing omens As the bamboos into each other As many seasons have passed by. All along, They have waited for the wind . I have waited too and I am still waiting for the wind, But I couldn't feel the wind , In my path, To blow away my sadness, Who will be my wind ?