爸爸,请为了我祈祷吧当所有的鸟儿都在天空中歌唱时到处都会有淘气的孩子当你看见他们时,我就会出现在那里别了,爸爸。死亡是如此的冷酷他唱着这首歌,它属于全世界。他坐在父亲的出租车上,父亲戴着墨镜,犹如每一次射击前先戴上手套,半抬着手注视着远处的靶环一样神情专注。那时他是多么幸福,或者说他的父亲是多么的幸福,将自己人生的愿望放在射击场上, Dad, pray for me. When all the birds are singing in the sky, there are naughty kids everywhere. When you see them, I’ll be there. Farewell, father. Death is so cruel he sang this song, it belongs to the world. He was sitting on his father’s taxi, his father wearing sunglasses, as if to wear gloves before each shot, half-lifted his hand and looked at the target ring in the distance as the focus of attention. At that time, he was very happy, or how happy his father, his desire to live on the shooting range,