Should n't I feel so sad, when my father is dead
Should I feel Like others? Clearly knowing their fathers dead

They were truely happy  at each moment  I saw them,
It seemed that their fathers would not die ever
This made me jealous, felt no funny by too hard to accept

The fact is that everybody dies and everybody is  born with cry
Cry, cry for appear and cry for goodbye

Until no seen in nowhere, out of eyesight,
Left a father  be felt by heart, even without sunlight