My masculinity
Hold up a free territory
His hands covered the stormy sun.
Five-color childhood on one's shoulder.
Before I'm carefree
In the days of wasting youth
He smiles like a baby.
The rain washed the hill mercilessly.
The ravine of time is like the wrinkle of years.
Carved on his kind face.
Dewdrops in midsummer are scattered all over the mountain road.
Like my father's tears.
The grass on the dog's tail is windward.
For everything I've lost.
Youth says goodbye
In the autumn afternoon sun
When I use my gentle shoulders
Shoulder the burden of life
When wiping the smog in front of the window with both hands
Father no longer has the spirit of his past.
Only he stared quietly behind him.
Tortuous footprints on the muddy road
Maybe young I'm busy on my way.
No turning back
Give father a warm smile.
Or a big hug.
Or a whisper that I love you.
father
Clean holy spirit
Like the badge on my head.
Like a steel gun in my hand
They all need to be used.
Life care and waiting
No, not just my father.
You too
My dear you.
No matter where father is.
Around or in different places
Earth or heaven
He will always
Like the mountain behind you.
Gaze at your hurried steps
today
slow down
Kiss the air and feel the breeze.
That's the sound of father breathing.
That's the tenderness of your father touching you.
Say I love you from the bottom of my heart.
Regardless of our father.
On earth or in heaven?