Whenever I think of his face, I recall the lines of worry between his eyes. That wrinkled brow, cut deep as if by a knife, bears the marks of things that have lain heavy on his mind. My dad was also like a father to the family into which he was born as the eldest son.
每當想起父親的臉孔，就想起他兩眼之間，沉沉的憂鬱和深深的眉結，那一道深切如刀割的皺折，埋藏著重重的心事。