Literature
My Old Man
My old man....
He was tough, he was difficult
he kept his distance
No love in his eyes, only work day and night
he woke up when we all still in our dream
life is hard
My old man, now he is slowing down
i can see his tired soul through his eyes
he still wake up when we are still dreaming
his life is hard
My old man...
now i know, that all the time he was being difficult was to show discipline
to show us good habit to get up from mud
from zero to a hero
I jump off the gap
to see him clearly, that he was a gentleman who trying so hard to put his own feet on our tiny shoes
trying his best to give his children the love he never had