Maybe sometimes men are like this, wantonly and helpless. I can't speak, but I would like to silently stand by your side and spend those youthful and ignorant days with you until your beloved girl appears. Life is always like this, happy times teach you the responsibility, from a happy family, to being a single father, I know you need to take on a lot. Too many tears, I will dry up with you, too much warmth, I will guard with you. You are growing up, but I am getting old. Maybe in the wind and rain, my steps are getting more and more staggering, but my eyes on you have never been so firm. Life, in the end, has its own cycle, and at the last moment, I am still proud of you. The wind on the track blew past us, getting more and more urgent, and I seemed to be back to being young, thinking back to you, the first time you hugged me,,,,,, too much reluctance, too much Nostalgia, maybe my lifespan is not enough to support it, I watch your daughter grow up. But, I know that as long as someone calls out the name Enzo, you will definitely think of me, the old dog who used to wait for you in the wind and rain, the most loyal friend [tears],,,,,,,
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