I always ask for it but never say thank you until I grow up. I don’t understand that you are not easy to leave. I always pretend to be relaxed every time I leave. I smile and say go back. Turn around and have tears in my eyes. I want to hold you warm as before, but you are not here. Let the breeze take care of me. Time is slow. Don’t let you grow old. I’m willing to use me to switch your years. Stay strong. Dad, what can I do for you. What can I do for you? All of my hands hold up our home and always do everything I can to give the best to me. Am I your pride? Are you still worried about me? The child you care about grows up and wants to hold you warm as before, but you Don't let the breeze be by my side
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