My Dearest Mr. Sun:

　　Now my pen is my brush，I will paint my shapes of blue，and paint my soul to be with you，and paint the rain that softly lands on your black hair，and paint my carefully hands to wipe your wrinkle on your forehead，and paint your profile of dark and blue，and try to make you completely real，that is the only love of my heart，and one day to make you mine，because I know tomorrow may rain，I will follow the sun。

　　Please！please help me！All I can do is to get on my knees and pray for heaven。

　　yours ever……