Conversation with some people made me realised I have been mimicking dad
My vision was blurred, overwhelmed by the feel of lacking sleep last night. As the silhouette of the trees came and passed, the sun went down and the streets were illuminated by vehicles when the car ran fast. For a second, everything seems like water painting.
Countryside highway, spotted cows, tiny houses in south England. I wish I could freeze it, frame it, save it, and share it with you papa. You would be the happiest person, of that I am sure. You found happiness in beautiful things, happiness cost absolute zero I was always told.
Papa, how are you? Do you think of me when you came back from a trip? Spending years being apart from you made me realise that I have grown up to be no one but a copy of you. I remember you admired lots of things in silence, pointing those things and tell me, 'look, that's beautiful.'
I have been doing the exact same things like what you did, and I just perceived today that we are, just alike.
These, I have saved it in my memory. As soon as the sun has set in England, I know you would be asleep in the southeast. I hope that I could send my memory to your dream and you will wake up lighthearted.