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Today is the day of my father's death

Seventeen years

Spring to autumn

The wind never forgot

Leaf to root

It is the simplicity of nature

Hair grows in my heart

The distance between life and death

It is said that there is a piece of paper separated by it

Written full of poems and words

Some are telling the heartfelt

Some are unable to cut off love

Most of life's troubles are like this

I can't forget

My father was born and raised

We were together day and night

Tough times

Always with a body of mud

The years are quiet

It's just a memory

And me

We will continue to move forward

Live your life like happiness

November 2, 2021

Today is the day of my father's death

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