1, parting
I don't want to give up, but I want to fill my feet. My gentle wife is urging me, my faltering daughter is calling "Dad", and a pair of parents who follow me are crying. I want to leave, because my strong body bears the care of my lover on one shoulder. Carrying her daughter's flowered skirt on one shoulder and holding her parents' old age in both hands, the luggage behind her is full of concern and nostalgia.
The days are hanging on the branches, the wind is blowing and the sun is shining, and in a foreign land, my thoughts begin to stir. A family portrait soothes the restlessness at night, finding a cone in reinforced concrete, squatting or sitting, chewing steamed bread and rice, drinking all indifference and disdain in a bowl of egg drop soup, and greasy fingers waking up at the bottom of the bowl.
Touch the shriveled pocket and start thinking. I will quit smoking tomorrow. For the bow on my daughter's head, for that beautiful promise, let's go to see the sea together in spring.
2, "The Day of Parting" Parting, the day of parting, I am in the distance, between heaven and earth, calling your name. Do you hear my inner call in the distance? How many dreams, how many storms, how many wanderings, how many passions! How many passionate songs. I am still so persistent, so passionate and unforgettable.
Unforgettable, parting days, sad days, lonely days, just like a profound picture. Waiting, shining with affection. In deep affection, there is a connection between heart and heart, and there is a sincere trust. Walking on the wandering road, wandering me, counting the days and looking at the sky in those years. In my heart, what I have been cutting is the heart of missing!
Step 3 say goodbye
The fierce sunshine makes me don't know who I want to talk to. She held a pen and paper for a long time without writing a word. She went out as soon as she had her hair cut. That's a long way. She looked up at the cloudless sky and looked down at the earth under her feet. She simply ignored my existence, and the house behind her didn't seem nostalgic at all.
The sunshine is fierce. She jumped into a car. She shut out the sunny world. I wanted to look at her through the window, and a curtain drew a full stop seriously and persistently. I went home alone that night, looking at the white paper and pen on the table, trying to light a lamp, but I couldn't find a bright match in the empty room.