I know
I know when you remind me of my lunch.
I know when you warn me of rain.
I know I always disappoints you because of my marks.
I know there is still a lot more to learn.
I will grow up to be an adult sometimes,
And you can not protect me forever.
When I finally learned to make lunch myself,
When I finally be a father,
When I finally worry about my child's mark,
And finally tell my child "there is still a lot to learn."
I will realize your concerns are just another form of love,
But you may not willing to express those concerns again.
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