แแแแนแแถแฏแธแแแถแธแแฒแทแแฐแแบแฌแธแกแแผแแน แแญแแนแแญแฏแแนแปแแด (แแแนแแถแแแนแธ) แแฒแแ แฌแฑแแธแแญแฏ แแฌแแฌแปแแแนแแญแฏแแนแแซแแแนแ แแฑแแแ แฅแฌแแฒแ post แแฝแฌ แแฎแแแบแฌแฑแแธแฑแแผแแแแญแฏแแแแนแธแฑแแบแธแแฐแธแแซแ
Missing you....Dad....
In your next life,
have you settled down well, Dad?
In this world riddled with life and death,
in defiance of law of impermanence,
I'd rather not wish for you to return.
A deep debt of gratitude
well before we're able to repay,
to our disbelief, you'd left us:
only a steep wall dividing our lives.
Seasons go a-changing.
Your favourite winter
has brought along due drops
and snow flakes in full bloom, Dad.
Sitting around the fireplace, basking in it,
your once family members,
recalling the image of yours
our minds wandered to the past.
With our heads bowed, we paid you our respect,
So we do miss you....Dad.....
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