My dad

杨洛

My dad
By Yangluo


My dad, goes
to the west
side of the world,
free or lonely?


My dad,
lives in a quiet way,
shining like
a piece of old clay.


My dad, forever,
acts as a tree,
waving his strong arms
when it's windy.


My dad, here,
I am tearing,
may you happy
every day.