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Presently as I confront prison walls, Now I write this poem for you, my Love, my Lady, my Wife. Even tonight, the stars glitter in the cold sky of apparent isol ation. Glowworms yet appear and disappear among the shrubs. Please explain to o ur child why I did not have a chance to bid her farewell. I was compelled to emb ark on a long journey away from home. And so, everyday before our daughter goes to bed, And when she awakes in the morning, I will entrust to you, my Lady, my L ove, my Wife: I entrust to you, my warm kisses on our daughter’s cheeks. Please let our child touch the herbs beneath the stockade. In the morning on a beautif ul sunlit day, If she notices the dew on the leaves, She will experience my deep love for her. Please play the Fisherman’s Song every time you water the cloves . I should be able to hear the song, my love. Please take good care of our silen t but happy goldfish. Hidden in their silence are memories of my glamourous and turbulent youth. I tread a rugged road, But let me reassure you: I have never s topped singing, my Love. The leaves of the roadside willow tree have gradually c hanged colour. Some noises of melting snow approach from afar. Noises are engul fed in silence. This is just a very simple night. When you think of me, please d o not sigh, my Love. The torrents of my agonies have merged with the torrents of my happiness. Both rivers now run through my mortal corpse. Before the drizzle halts, I would have returned to your side, my Lady. I cannot dry your tears whi le I am drenched in rain; I can do so only with a redeemed soul after these time s of testing.Presently as I confront prison walls, Now I write this poem for you , my Love, my Lady, my Wife. Even tonight, the stars glitter in the cold sky of apparent isolation. Glowworms yet appear and disappear among the shrubs. Please explain to our child why I did not have a chance to bid her farewell. I was com pelled to embark on a long journey away from home. And so, everyday before our d aughter goes to bed, And when she awakes in the morning, I will entrust to you, my Lady, my Love, my Wife: I entrust to you, my warm kisses on our daughter’s ch eeks. Please let our child touch the herbs beneath the stockade. In the morning on a beautiful sunlit day, If she notices the dew on the leaves, She will exper< ience my deep love for her. Please play the Fisherman’s Song every time you wat