Whistling Nearby the Bed

Looking through the glass window Visualizing in the dark clouds Beside his lover’s bed In a cancer department. Comes back to her pallid face He starts to whistle. It’s a sweet loving song That bound their young hearts Since they were students. The song of tomorrow’s life Under the nice bright sky. The whistling paused once in a while By the memories of their graduation, Wedding and honeymoon. With watery eyes he goes on Then he gently touches her face Combs her hair with his fingers. He watches over the gray rainy sky Keeping on whistling The same old one which she retold: I love this song for my whole life!