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In this weather,
the trees will wither.
Turn to ash.

It'll be better,
if the winds together,
do not lash.

I've turned weak,
can barely speak.
Don't be gone for long.

Tears will leak,
the food will reak,
Won't you hear my last song~?

Everyday,
you push away,
kills my wish.

came to play,
read a sign would say:
gone to fish.

So, hey father,
would you help me put on my coat?
would you teach me how to ride a sail boat?
Be here on my birthday?

So hey father,
Would you help me up on the stool,
would you watch me tie mother's wool,
which she worked so hard to lay~

Straight!
I don't want excuses for being late,
I don't want to meet your new date.
Oh~ no!

Father!
Won't you please just be true?
What's the matter with you?
Why is it you cry so?

Oh, father,
won't you come for my graduation?
won't you help me with my integration,
into society?

Oh father,
I just hope you'll give me your word,
when you say I'm all you are worth,
and hold me so I won't flee.

Although I never do.

Oh, father,
be there for my marriage,
smile beside my carriage,
as I head to be a mother like your wife was.

And father,
tell me how it's been,
these years in which you've seen,
the world that makes you dream.

Oh father,
please know that I still love you,
please know that I speak the truth,
So listen to this tune.

In this weather,
The trees will bloom.

And it better,
the breeze blow away the gloom.

I won't be weak,
I'll swipe away the bad with a broom.

and tears don't leak,
so long as I have my groom.

Father,
Absent or in presence,
you've given me this present,
that was your very bloodline.

Father,
I thank you for your kindness,
I'll now light up the darkness,
And make my own shine.