Parting at the airport gate
Not hugging me as the usual day
A little loose ...
Flying thousand miles away

Turning your eyes and went in straight
Like the last goal in your soccer game
Redness in your eyes ... I see
Not turning back to let me see

Ah, still little
To bear sorrow in this way

As you always did to me
"Whatever", you say
Please spinning your fingers
And wave the air away

-Dad