My Diary & Experiences

For My Dearest Father

 

The fallen flowers scattered by the season
Remains alone, lonely and sad
The sky without the stars is sad
Like the falling rain, it is crying
Flowers bloom and wither, just like my heart
Tell me with the wind
When the first snow falls, my wish will come true
I believe in that, an earnest wish
If you know my longing heart
Please come back to me
Good night Dad…

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