There was a teacher…

There was a teacher I learned to call Dad.

Babbling lips in the first days of speaking

Happiness is hard to name

All my love for you is mine

There is a teacher I often call Dad.

Hide all the hardships after each hour of class

The burden of making a living in a complex life

Dad still smiles as if there has been no hardship.

We grew up through the years

Dad is always attentive on the path I take

Stayed up with my children during exam seasons in the past

Every success has the shadow of Dad

When I grow up, I have to part ways.

Dad still follows like a child

Every letter reminds children

Know how to live a fulfilling human life...

I grew up when my dad was in his twenties.

Filial piety is never fully repaid.

The day my father was sick, I had to miss the appointment.

Working away from home, Dad understands his son's feelings.

The old porch where Dad still waits wearily

The youngest daughter has not been back to her hometown for a long time.

You are far away, I do not forget to tell you

It's cold this morning, remember to dress warmly, okay?

Winter afternoon passes and I return to the path

I don't see Dad like the last time.

A premonition of the unthinkable

My heart is broken a thousand times…

There is a teacher, I secretly call Dad!

Though the distance between dream and reality

Dad is still with me not only in my subconscious

Support my steps firmly on every path.

Bich Phu

Source: https://baodongnai.com.vn/van-hoa/dieu-gian-di/202511/co-mot-nguoi-thay-e8606e5/