爸爸。Father.

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