Father's son
2010-07-01 00:30 ≈ 194Words ≈ 1Minutes

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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