It’s another year of Ching Ming Festival,
how much mourning , how many worries, how many tears,
friends and relatives far away in heaven, < /span>
How are you?
Although we are far apart, we are far apart,
< p data-track="6">But the concern in my heart,
But in my heart, forever and ever.
It’s the Qingming Festival again,
The words that come to mind on this special holiday,
It is full of sadness, parting and reunion will be indefinite,
It is sad to say, and lonely to read,
The drizzle hurts the eyes, the thoughts hurt the heart,
Let the cold wind and rain wash itself through,
Cool from top to bottom, sentimental from the inside out.
It’s the Qingming Festival again,
The unforgettable past, the unforgettable past,
one after another , going forward and succeeding,
There is a tendency to push the top of Mount Tai,
There are voices in my heart,
Just because it is integrated into life, only because it is carved into the soul, just because you are the closest relative in my heart.
It’s the Qingming Festival again,
Unforgettable past appointments, unforgettable past,
Qingming,
In this festival of mourning,
By the breeze, by the bright moon,
< strong>Take away my endless thoughts,
Farewell to the end of the world,strong>
I hope you are well and happy.
It’s the Qingming Festival again,
Fragrant grass, drizzle,
a handful of loess , gently sprinkle it on the grave,
that is my endless longing,
Small a stick of incense and curl up into the sky,
Speak my endless grief,
sincere prayer,
You are with the spring, you are with the sun and the moon.
It’s the Qingming Festival again,
Yin and yang are separated from each other’s body, but
is separated
Separation of life and death touches the softness of my heart,< /p>
But I can’t help but remember,
May only wish, Qingming,
shed all tears and let go of all sorrows,< /strong>
Let the heart have a place to rely on and let the dream no longer be lonely, p>
Raise the sails of life again,
Experience the warmth of the world again.
The dead cannot be resurrected, Lost is hard to reproduce,
every year to Qingming, year to year, span>
Worry every day, think every day,
The days gone by are, after all, the past,
The future life, but also lift your feet to continue,
Live and be grateful,
< span>Life, learn to cherish,
This is the greatest gift to the deceased relatives comfort.