爸爸，安息吧。

In the silence and echoes of anguish, A feeling so profound it leaves the heart unfound. Feelings of soft and calm admonished, Nature's own final call rung at noon, To be answered without question as fast as soon. In a fleeting season, A whisper of green breaks through the frost, A flicker of warmth in the endless cold. Although the memories of dark still fresh and vivid, As fresh as your laughter echoing through the night. Yet, beneath the weight of sorrow's shroud, Hope emerges, quiet but unbowed. The dawn dispels the longest night, Revealing paths once hid from sight. In the garden where despair had grown, Seeds of resilience are sown. With time, the tender shoots will rise, Reaching upward to the skies. For in the cycle of the earth, Every ending births new worth. And through the trials we endure, Our spirits find a strength that's pure. So let the echoes softly fade, As we embrace the light displayed. For even in our deepest pain, The promise of renewal will remain.