1, my father
Go home to the village entrance.
Fogg, you're still that gray vest
Take over the luggage
Said mom was cooking at home
The evening breeze blows up your extra white hair.
The dog wagged its tail.
Mom smiled and wiped the sides of the oily hand skirt.
Pork in twelfth lunar month
Mountain flowers in June
Your hip flask has been mottled for years.
My mother accused me of having slight skin flowers on my mouth.
It is said that uncle's camellia is the best fire extinguisher.
A table of rustic dogs is eager to try.
Suck your white wine, I am full of worries.
After dinner, you lit a cigarette and walked out of the house.
Black dog lifts your pants just like you and I played when we were kids.
The moon shines on the mountains.
Back to Westinghouse
There is a cup of scented tea hanging on the kang.
2. Father
I can't forget the last lamp lit for me at night.
That is a heart that shines on myself.
How many times have you sent me away alone with red eyes?
Turned around and saw a white figure.
The ego under the blue sky
Sing your favorite song loudly and intently.
Even if the world is different, the dream you gave me.
I believe the best has landed in the next moment.
Ah-ah-
When I was a child, I couldn't lift you every time I tried my best.
This time, I think I can
I've been talking about these words for years.
But singing this song for you at the moment
The ego under the blue sky
Sing your favorite song loudly and intently.
Even if the world is different, the dream you gave me.
As long as you are with me, you will be happy again.
Your laughter is the bookmark of my life.
Marks every eternal moment.
But I'm afraid to look at your quietly changing face.
Deep lines carved by silent time
Your face
The ego under the blue sky
Sing your favorite song loudly and intently.
Even if the world is different, the dream you gave me.
I believe the best is in the next moment.
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Even if the world is different, the dream you gave me.
I believe the best is in the next moment.
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3. Daydreaming on Father's Day
I have lived a childhood dream.
You can vaguely smell the refreshing fragrance of the soil.
It was accompanied by the creaking growth and jointing sound of rice seedlings.
Then who is sobbing?
Who left him in the dark?
He raised his face in horror.
It's full of tears and snot.
Years later
On a bumper harvest afternoon
Full ears of rice lie in the sun, shining with attractive Phnom Penh.
It's your hard sweat.
And traces of farming
In your struggling world
I still remember your firm footsteps.
Once confused
Smells of love and pain.
Smash us to pieces
During the long sewing time
I stumbled along.
You're still answering the phone.
The care that once suffocated me
I know
This is a gap that is difficult to cross.
I want to use my mature hands now
Fill up the sadness that once brought you.
Or, build a bridge that belongs to us.
Each other's hearts
Warm every cold winter
4. Be grateful to your father
tomorrow
Today is Father's Day,
Someone sent flowers to his father
Someone sent his father a cake.
Someone also sent a song to his father.
And I,
Nothing was sent.
I only sent tears and memories twice.
Because my father
He's gone. He's gone.
father
There is nothing left for me.
Leave only his
The background of the hardships and efforts of the years
Tomorrow is Father's Day.
I don't want to buy anything,
Think about my father's grave.
Stand still for a moment.
Everyone has a father.
When your father was alive.
Don't send applause flowers
No prosperous scenery.
It is enough to send him peace.
5. Father's eyes
On that day, I gently waved to you.
Pack all your love into your bag.
That day, slide down your back.
Learn to walk like you.
But no longer follow the route you drew.
On that day, you were as silent as water and no longer had the majesty of the past.
That day, I realized your eyes.
I know your concern is like fire, but I never show it.
What time?
I went too far.
But I can't get rid of your thoughts.
Wherever I go,
Your chest is the home I miss.
You are the tracker and I am the boat.
With your traction, I never ran aground.
I am a green vine, and your back is a mountain.
Your arm is always the other side of happiness.