i was waiting for someone

In my waiting full of confidencein ，

my almost wearing out one's eyes waiting ，

in waiting that my hurt tortures,

in there being no a resentment,

in my friendly despaired waiting.

in me there being no waiting regretting...

Much time of a bit inferior carpet of flowers fallen flowers

scattering and flying around like snow flakes,

a bit inferior yellow leaves of much time of complicated branch

Ye Mao drifts about alone, a bit inferior withered grass of float

a bit inferior luxuriant growth of grass of drizly a bit inferior

winter of much time of spring rain snow continuously,....

My have been waiting , silent waiting ,patient waiting.