文/胡子(美国)
儿时 你数遍我的头发 笑着
青年 你数点我回家的秒时 盼着
年老 你数着天堂相见的日子 哭着乐着
Meet again
By Huzi
When I was a child, you counted how many hairs I have, cheering all the time.
When I was a young man, you counted the second while I was there, hoping in your eyes.
When I was getting old, you counted how long until we would meet again in heaven, tears in smile.
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