To My Father
Should n't I feel so sad, when my father is dead
Should I feel Like others? Clearly knowing their fathers dead
They were truly happy at each moment I saw them,
It seemed that their fathers would not die ever
This made me jealous, felt no funny by too hard to accept
The fact is that everybody dies and everybody is born with a cry
Cry, cry for appearing and cry for goodbye
Until no seen in nowhere, out of eyesight,
Left a father be felt by heart, even without sunlight
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