Father Sun is a child.

Father Sun is a child. We cried, and so did he. "Hua ..." Tears turned into rain. Father Sun is a child. We are ashamed, and so is he. Red in the face and covered with rosy clouds as handkerchiefs.

Father Sun is a child. We are angry, and so is he. Pursed mouth, hiding behind the clouds. No matter how we shout, he won't come out. Father Sun is a child today.