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Buried a thousand layers deep,

My hopes and dreams,

On this day, may it resurface,

To breath once more in God’s redeeming grace.

…

Before I bury them back to the pits,

In exchange for my payday check.

I never knew if I was a good daughter,

But you didn’t care,

I was your daughter, and that was enough for you.

I never knew if I was a good father,

Did I disappoint you?

You are my daughter, and I will always love you

So stop searching,

In the room I no longer sleep in,

I am still here, loving you forever and ever.

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這麼多年，我還在煩惱，

怕你覺得我不夠好。

這麼多年，她却沒聽到,

我心裡多驕傲

所以別哭了，

爸爸從來沒離開你,

我還在你身邊呀,

默默守着我的好女兒

Inspired by an unanswered question of a grieving daughter

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I thought I was being funny,

Then, I thought I was being annoying,

But come April, I realized the truth —

I was the fool all along,

For caring too much what other people think.

For a person who abandons what they love,

Is the greatest fool indeed.

And for us who can’t do what we love,

Oh, what a foolish world we live in.

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