I haven't seen him in three years.
But I loved him; a special love for him.
On his shoulders I could touch the ceiling
Through his eyes I could see myself in the painting on the wall.
Money, candy, love.
He gave me
And my dad who usually laughs in Korean on the phone is silent.
I wish I had seen him
And the hour between his death and his pain
My mom told me,
When I go someday, be happy never sad in heaven,
I'll watch for you and I'll be praying for you.