To my “angel”

If I should die the morrow,

I am still satisfied and happy.

‘cause the reasons is, at last,

I own your love and solicitude.

Life of a person mostly is attitude,

Grumble can do nothing good,

If spring is in one’s heart,

He certainly is in the paradise.

Actually many things I no longer care,

But every time heard your sigh,

Makes my heart beat faster and stronger,

And brings back my courage to guard your side..

Though you are so fragile and delicate,

You are still an angel of mine.

For I know: Love is to be loved,

I’d like offer all to pay you back.

I believe nothing can separate us now,

Except God someday will call me to him.

If luckily my turn comes before you, darling,

No sorrow, no tears, just talk to me beside.

If I should die the morrow,

I will be waiting for you right there.

On the tomb, Just tell them make a memorial tablet,

It would only said: a man, lived, loved.