平靜的送走了爸爸
了無遺憾的
我以為
爸爸走後第三年
我開始想起爸爸時會流淚
爸爸走後第五年
我第一次站在他的墳前
泣不成聲
我是個如此倔強又如此脆弱又如此悲痛的女兒
原來這就是思念
Quietly bidding farewell to my father,
Without any regrets, I thought.
After three years since his departure,
Tears flow when memories of him are sought.
Five years since my father left,
I stood before his grave for the first time.
Voiceless sobs filled my chest.
I am a daughter, strong and fragile, grieving with no rhyme.
Ah, so this is what missing someone means