The Pine Tree

My branches, after being cut off, 

are so cold that they could be frozen. 

Tears in my eyes are shedding down as rain
In the deep sorrow, too recent to hide, 

just thinking vacantly of those who slaughtered my family and me. 

My body is already frozen

and cannot be melted.

Even the last scent of the pine tree has faded away as well.

You who just left without leaving anything for me, but to rot. 
Thinking of you vacantly.