You and I know each other well.
But maybe my father won't know.
You are still busy every day.
One's complicated affairs
You don't know that in the hearts of children
Father, what a kind and warm name this is.
You have been silent for so many years.
Outside the secular world
Live a life of obscurity.
You and your mother support each other.
Guard your love that has not turned into love.
Like two red willows in the desert kingdom.
Like two old pine trees on the top of a high mountain.
You are enduring humiliation.
Sow the seeds of love day after day.
Let young and ignorant children suffer day by day
A green hand
You're getting old.
The hair is getting whiter and whiter, and the waist is getting more and more arched.
Time is ruthless.
It stole your youthful and beautiful face.
On such a quiet night
I kept my eyes open in the dark.
I want my poem.
Flying in the sky
I hope you don't frown.
A smiling face that makes you sweet and happy.
Swinging in front of us all year.
You never tell me your troubles.
Because I am your daughter (son)
You never let me see your tears.
Because you don't want me to think
You are weak and incompetent.
But I think of you every night.
I want to tell you everything.
I love you deeply, my father.
Your happiness is my happiness.