过去
Past times
在那个我还梳着双马尾，没事就唱歌的的年纪时，您的眼睛是透明的，您喜欢陪我散步，给我讲生硬的笑话，唱着自编的摇篮曲哄我睡觉。
In that I wore pigtails. When you sing the age all right. Your eyes are transparent. Would you like to accompany me to walk, give me stiff jokes, singing self lullaby to coax me to sleep.
那个年纪您的标志是大拇指，虽然没有很棒的意思，可是却是您赋予我的勇气的标志。那时我对黑夜有一种莫名的恐惧感，所以每当您关上我房间的灯时，我便一溜小跑到您那屋，您也每晚都留着门，然后我躺倒床上时，您就伸出大拇指，我就小心地同时也莫名的骄傲地牢牢的握住它，后来就进入了梦乡。梦里的爸爸眯着眼笑呵呵的，又粗又黑的眉毛下有一双明亮透彻的眼睛，就像那时躺在我身旁的您一样。
Your sign is the thumb, although not great, but it is a sign that you have given me courage.. Then I of the night have a sense of fear, so whenever you shut the light in my room, I was trotting went to your house you every night left the door open, and I'm lying on the bed, you a thumbs up, I carefully and sense of pride to firmly hold it live. Later he fell asleep. Dream dad squinted to smile ha ha, with thick black eyebrows have a pair of bright eyes, this is like when lying in my side of you.
现在在我留着一头清爽的短发，整天读书的现今，您的眼睛是黑色的，您不再有空陪我，不再总是在每天回家时先笑着说“我回来啦!”，可同样的，我也不再是那个蹦跳着扑到您身上喊爸爸的无知女孩了。
Now in my keep fresh hair, reading all day today, your eyes are black, you no longer have to accompany me empty, no longer always in every home first smiled and said "I'm back!", the same, I will no longer be the jumping a flutter to you shout dad ignorant girl.
我想，时间带给了我们什么，除了年龄，外貌，阅历等一些客观改变，恐怕还有距离这一主观改变，是人心与心间的距离。就像您变得不苟言笑了，整天皱着眉，接各种单位的电话，我也变得对您有点惧怕，变得沉默不语了，我们之间的距离也越变越大。虽然您一直都尽量不把公司里的不悦带到家里来，可您也总会使家里变得很压抑。我不理解，究竟是什么使我们回不到过去了，您那黑色浑浊的眼睛，我无法看透的眼睛，它又是否藏着答案呢。
I think, what time has brought us, in addition to age, appearance, experience and other objective changes, I am afraid there is a subjective change from the heart, the distance between people and heart. As you become stern the all day, frowning, units of various types of phone calls, I also became a bit of your fear, become silent, the distance between us are becoming bigger and bigger. Although you have always tried not to bring the company inside the discomfort, but you will always make the home becomes very depressed. I do not understand, what makes us can not go back to the past, your black muddy eyes, I can not see through the eyes, it is hidden answer it.
有时我会静静的看着您，在您所不知道的熟睡的夜里，我看见您眼角的皱纹，在淡蓝色的月光的照耀下，它像一条条流淌的小溪，从您眼的这边流向那边，我也看见您的白发，一根根闪耀着银白色的光芒，像一个个挺直的哨兵，板板正正的站在灯塔上放哨。我明白了您的辛苦，也明白了你的努力，您想要变成一个温暖的太阳守护全家，可却无法兼顾夜晚，那这样的话，我的父亲，我愿变成独守黑夜的皓月，鼓起勇气去帮助您驱散整个夜晚的混沌。
Sometimes I will quietly looking at you, in you don't know the sleeping at night, I saw your corner of the eye wrinkles, in the light of blue moonlight shining, it is like a flowing stream, from the side of your eye flow there, and I have seen your white hair, a root shining silvery white light, like one straight sentinel, plate board precisely on the lighthouse sentry. I understand your hard work and also understand your efforts, you want to become a warm sun Guardian family, but can not take into account the night, that so, my father, I would like to become jealously guarding the night of the bright moon, courage to help you break up the chaos of the night.
有人说，父爱像茶，温和而深韵;也有人说，父爱像烈火，残酷而绚烂;而我所感受到的父爱更像是一杯咖啡，它苦涩而醇香。我相信，您对我的鞭策会成为我前行路上的加速器，使我更快速的冲向目标。
It is said that father like tea, gentle and deep rhyme; also said that the father is like a fire cruel and gorgeous; and I feel the fatherly love is more like a cup of coffee, bitter and mellow. I believe you, I will be on the spur of the accelerator on the road in front of me, so I quickly rushed to the target.
未来
The future
我无从知的是未来，它像一团混在一起的星云，神秘又梦幻。
I don't know is the future, it is like a group of mixed together nebula, mysterious and fantasy.
但我所期望的未来的您的眼睛是白色的，我多希望这双白色的眼睛可以温柔的接受一切美丽的色。它可以包容，如绿色;它可以善良，如粉色;它可以热情，如红色;当然，它也可以悲伤，如蓝色。
But I hope the future of your eyes are white, and I hope that this pair of white eyes can be tender to accept all the beautiful color. It can be inclusive, such as green; it can be kind, like pink; it can be warm like red; of course, it can also sad, such as blue.
我希望到您老的时候可以每天都笑呵呵的，每天都无忧无虑的，做尽自己想做的事。
I want you to when you are smiling every day, every day do you want to be light of heart from care, do.
父亲，您的眼睛啊!包含了太多景象。它时而像初升的太阳，蓬勃而有力;时而像绵薄的白云，明媚而温柔;时而像广袤的天空，深邃而远大;它时而像灰色的乌云，悲伤却壮观!我的父亲啊!我虽然不曾说过，可我现在就要大声的告诉您，我深深的爱着您。无论您眼中的色彩如何变换，您都一直是我心里那个，可以陪着我乱跑弄了一身泥的，的父亲!
Father, your eyes, it contains too many images. Sometimes it is like the rising sun, vigorous and powerful; sometimes like a mite Baiyun, bright and gentle; sometimes like a vast sky, deep and broad; sometimes it is like a gray cloud, sadness, but spectacular! O my father! Although I have ever said, I'm going to loudly tell you, I deeply love you. No matter how the eyes of your color changing, you will always be my heart that can accompany I run to get covered with mud, a good father!
