19 August,2008 21:07

To my father... I can stop to write the saddest lines.

On the 13th of August, last Wednesday evening father lost his battle with cancer...

Tonight Chinese called the first of seven...

What can we do is all we prepare you may back,
I do wish I can see you once to hear your voice, your bright body. Your infinite eyes.
But I really hope you may rest in peace...

You will be missed...

Even though we've lived apart,
I do not love you less.

There's a love that like a star
Must reconfigure space
To turn the far-flung wanderers
Towards some predestined grace.

Ah, Father! What a joy to live
With love at last expressed!

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