Father's loneliness

Little Bucket Room,

Like an island.

In the darkness the father sat alone,

Cigarette red dots of light flicker,

When the hours are clear,

Reflecting his father's blurry face.

Can't see his expression clearly,

I hesitated and did not dare to come forward.

He has always been reticent,

Like a mountain in the dark of night.

Silently undertake.

When pain, worry, sorrow overflow,

When there is no one to solve, nowhere to put it, and no one to complain about,

Burn a cigarette,

Just a man quietly waiting for the smoke to clear,

It seems that everything can disappear with the light smoke,

There is no trace.

Outside the door of the bamboo curtain, in the courtyard,

Pyrotechnics.

Mother cried out loudly,

Sisters frolicking with joy,

Flowers are fresh,

The dog barks softly.

My lonely father,

Does not belong to this piece of fireworks,

He can only,

Lonely,

Lifting the burden,

Go alone.