Upon seeing my virgin grassland
My heart promptly cried in joy,
...
Another colorless day has passed in pain
Another sleepless night has faded in vain
Another cold season has yielded no fruit
Another silent prayer has got no answer
...
In a gloomy hell out of human architecture,
Not dead but put to death,
Chained to the thickness of bones
Life is miser than death,
...
When the sky above you is grey
The earth beneath your feet unsteady
...
My Dad..... ... A Guiding Star!
From the day i was born,
He raised me as a rose
Watered me with his sweats
And fenced me with his arms.
With his trembling hands
Counted my age on his fingers,
Wishing me to be bloomed soon,
Into a fruitful youth.
Absolutely not the best,
But faced the worst
To light my world
And lead me forward.
He worked beyond endurance
In sweat and blood,
Wrinkled his face earlier,
But who reads them..?
Dark at night he prayed
Early in the morning he toiled
From dawn to dusk,
Never he stopped for a rest.
Like the nectar from a divine,
He sucked my noses,
Licked my dirts
And watched me growing.
He argued the passing wind
From disturbing my sleep
And spoke to the silence
Of my tear and smile.
It took him for years,
To smooth my path
And purify my mind,
My dad..... ... a guiding star!