The slanting wind and drizzle, the nightmare dream, the long wait, I can't find myself in reality or dreams. I have tasted the taste of hesitation and fear. I can't fall asleep but complain that the night is longer. Going through those memories soaked by the drizzle, There will always be someone who understands your disguise, sees through your bravery, and cares about your sadness. But I am sitting on the other side of you and unknowingly have tears streaming down my face.
The first meeting after fourteen years, was it God's blessing or another injury?
My child, I'm sorry for your mother, and it's irreparable now, but you are different. I still have a chance to make up for your father's love that has been vacant for fourteen years. Give me a chance to make up for you.
In the past fourteen years, I have never experienced father's love. Why did you let me know that my father is still alive when I no longer need father's love?