The deceased looks into the window sadly,
It is empty with nothing.
I am being dragged by the engraved words on the tomb,
If I cannot recognize these words,
I would not be able to go home.
I look like a deserted temple
And cessation can not be started,
Regrets could not become a system.
Papa is looking at the home sadly .....
(Translated by oswald chab poem by 楊鍵 - 死去的人向窗褢悵望)