I gently light a pair of candles

to light up your arrival.

I also lit three sticks of incense and bowed three times to you and me.

You are here, actually in the wind.

You are here, and you are actually beside me.

When you are here, you are actually standing next to me and watching me write.

You are here, and you are actually looking at me in a corner, smiling secretly.

You were by my side last year and we laughed.

Why!

You are right beside me, but so, so far away.

Ching Ming Festival is here

With the sorrow of the world, poverty comes.

Why does it feel so heavy when the Qingming Festival hangs in my hand?

Who is holding my hand in the dark, and a cry is ringing in my ears.

The Qingming Festival is here,

It’s time for me to visit the grave again. The slender grass of spring is blooming in front of and behind the grave.

Another year has passed, and four months after Qingming Festival it will be your anniversary.

I stand next to your tombstone and feel how vicissitudes the world has brought to you.

Looking at the heroic smile on your tombstone, Grandpa, you have another wrinkle on your face.

In other years’ Qingming Festival, you would still visit other people’s graves, but this year others will visit your graves.

There are many things in the world that are not what people want, and life is just like that.

For you, you are not afraid of life or death. Because you said it to me some time ago.

"How can this earth hold on until people die?"

I remember this sentence clearly.

Grandpa, Qingming Festival is here, and your grandson is visiting your grave.

To you in the Qingming Festival, time cannot take away our love.

What you leave behind is your endless worry.

You should also take a good rest.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival"

"Pedestrians on the road want to die"

I wonder if this year's rain is more miserable than the rain in the poem.

Qingming Festival to you in the wind.

The Qingming Festival sings your praises,

You have worked hard, take a good rest.