A son yesterday received a telephone

 Excited hardly sleep last night, the pillow on a poem Yin.

addressed to his son -

fly a kite you are my You are my

of flying a kite

I worried about is the invisible cited rope

matter how you fly high again and then fly away

always in my thoughts into

you are the one I fly your kite

to fly with my dream

you against the wind, struggling with rising

wonderful ideal dress You are my sky

of flying a kite

course or in front of fighting it and wet Qifeng

inspire potential

your life by how many storms, see how many of you are my rainbow

of flying May the joy of a kite



dreams go hand in hand with you and the youth wings of the rhythm

your stage

in that endless sky

you are the one I fly kites

Tang Huo you really tired, tired

Please look for the direction of home you have the window



have an eternal light ...