by brave julie

Created on: June 20, 2008

Father craved for his daughter to come back.

Had lain on bed for a long time, can not sleep soundly

Miss her and a well of tears in spring

Beyond the blue day

Call her and tell her that your father is thinking of you very much,

The daughter far always from home whispers a sob,

Where are those perfect eyes

Want to take risk to rush the world, has nowhere to return.

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