Just now, you asked me to colour your hair by putting on a glove, applied some creamy thing like a melting wax on my covered-hand, and massage your hair. Massage and massage... How long it's been since I never had my eye contact with you? Eye to eye.... so close, so close. You shocked me, I just a bit startled: you hair's turning so white. You're becoming so old, and the worst part is, I didn't realize your changes.
Could you forgive me?
Last time, I dreamt about you. I dreamt I'd lost you. For ever. I cried in my dream, because I realized I can't lose you. I always have my feelings hidden to you. I can say so much "I care about you" to my friends, but I just can't take a first step to say that to you. I can't even say that to my family, because they're too close to me. Every time teacher asked me to write a free-tittle-essay, I can't think of other title, because I always like to write "My Great father".
I know, of course I know you're strict to me. This is the way you teach me, to become someone independent, to become stronger and stronger, to become myself, to become your daughter. But, I can't do that. I can't be independent anymore because I always have something on my thoughts: You're always be beside me. I know if I fall, you would be there to give me a hand. Whenever my friends in surround mentioned about you, I just know, I have strong feelings to you. I always rely on you, because you're my father.
Can I make a wish to the star which lies far beyond our sky?
I wish to dream about our passing time, every night. (That time, I'm still a kid, who stick around you; who play punch-you-and-punch-me so often in every afternoon with you; who cuddles around you, hug you, in every night.)
I wish with all my hearts, to the stars belong to us:
I want my father and mother to become healthier and healthier. In a later time, if the days arrived that I couldn't escape it, I'll stay here, forgetting my own dream or my own ambition, to get the strong feelings back. I want our souls stick to each other, again. Unless....... you adviced me. Still, it's out of expectation, so sorry for thinking too much.
As far as I'm concerned,
Could you forgive me?
Last time, I dreamt about you. I dreamt I'd lost you. For ever. I cried in my dream, because I realized I can't lose you. I always have my feelings hidden to you. I can say so much "I care about you" to my friends, but I just can't take a first step to say that to you. I can't even say that to my family, because they're too close to me. Every time teacher asked me to write a free-tittle-essay, I can't think of other title, because I always like to write "My Great father".
I know, of course I know you're strict to me. This is the way you teach me, to become someone independent, to become stronger and stronger, to become myself, to become your daughter. But, I can't do that. I can't be independent anymore because I always have something on my thoughts: You're always be beside me. I know if I fall, you would be there to give me a hand. Whenever my friends in surround mentioned about you, I just know, I have strong feelings to you. I always rely on you, because you're my father.
Can I make a wish to the star which lies far beyond our sky?
I wish to dream about our passing time, every night. (That time, I'm still a kid, who stick around you; who play punch-you-and-punch-me so often in every afternoon with you; who cuddles around you, hug you, in every night.)
I wish with all my hearts, to the stars belong to us:
I want my father and mother to become healthier and healthier. In a later time, if the days arrived that I couldn't escape it, I'll stay here, forgetting my own dream or my own ambition, to get the strong feelings back. I want our souls stick to each other, again. Unless....... you adviced me. Still, it's out of expectation, so sorry for thinking too much.
As far as I'm concerned,
I care about you.
I need you and I need you.
I love you.
I love you.
-A man with a strong personality. That's you.
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