Father's son

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Recently we often talk Although every time it ends with a dispute

Until now I still think He objected to all my views that did not fit his ideas I am still impressed

Maybe it’s the N+1th time he mentioned his thoughts on my future As long as a peaceful life is satisfied I laughed inside as always The future I want is not the lake but the ocean

I suddenly learned that he has dyed his hair for many years To my impression he can still lift me above the giant But I don’t know me who never dared to speak loudly in front of him before I can also roar loudly

When he faced my roar When he can calmly reason I found his gray hair It’s too much to hide

But I still talk about my ideals willfully Somewhat ridiculous Somewhat ridiculous

When i found out The fear he can’t hide When I’m afraid I can’t help me anymore In a way of negating my point of view over and over again To prove his authority

When i’m the same When I feel unreasonable I don’t know some where in my heart Pain like cramping