In the bright and dark morning, on the verge of waking up from a chaotic dream, in the moment when my thoughts have not yet cleared, I am often like a happy person, ready to smile at the new day - I thought that nothing had happened, I thought that I was still the same person I was.
However, like a reminder of a drop of icy rain, I suddenly remembered:
My dear dad, gone forever.
The chocolate house has melted into a swamp, and the building block paradise is scattered like ruins.
Dreams, there is always a time to wake up, and when you wake up, you must carry a mountain on your back, no matter how heavy it is.
Every night and night, your thin bust will slowly rise from the corner of the house, and I think of you, Daddy, and think of the metal cracking of the heart.
The moonlight crept through your bones, the midnight wind blew away your breath, blew away your gentle gaze that you wanted nothing, and you never saw it again? Dad, is it that no matter who I ask, I will no longer hear from you?
On the other side of time, behind the iceberg, I can always hear your sighs, and the surging love and concerns call out to me across the prescribed boundaries, how much I want to answer, but whenever I open my mouth, I can't say a word.
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