七月的海风里我的思念如箭远远地就射中了阿爸的船海浪轻轻拍着船舷星星眨着圆圆的眼睛围着他们的月亮爸爸听他讲述古老的从前我也躺在阿爸的怀里阿爸吸着烟斗为我讲述自己苦难的童年海风轻拂着海面阿爸的故事在我心头一直飘向很远阿爸的船从此变成了温馨的港湾我要上学了阿爸 In the sea breeze of July, my thoughts were as far as the arrows hit my father’s boat. The waves patted the ship’s side. The stars circled around their moon. Dad listened to him and talked about the old ones. I was lying too. Abba’s father’s arms Abba’s smoking pipe tells me about my own childhood’s misery. The sea breeze licks the sea. Abba’s story has drifted far in my heart. My father’s boat has since changed into a cozy harbor. I’m going to school.