when it's almost dusk

When it’s almost dusk,

The sun bids farewell and touched gold on the leaves of oak.

Here comes the man, whom by his shoulders I ride;

Singing sonatas I’ll forever remember;


‘Taught me the melodies, till I could sing on my own.



Giggles echoed o’er the fields;

Breaking the harmony among these birds that feast

Around the rows of string beans and bitter melon’

The ticklish beard of my hero

Brought screams and laughter from mine own lips.



The path for home is steep.

I’m four and young and naïve

So I stayed behind my superman’s back.

He’s tired, yet he’s as strong as a bull;

Kept me away from harm,

He’s nice like my warmest shawl.



I wish I could freeze his biological clock ticking.

Pray I could keep him young and kicking.

Hope I could hide him from HEAVEN forever…

‘Coz the hero I once knew is now old and weak,

With gray hair and pale smiles and eyes that’s sad;

Though we can never visit the rice field again,

I’ll just sit beside his rocking chair and sing

my father’s sonata. That, I’ll forever keep.