"I live with my godfather. Nothing special about him. He's just like any other fathers. Sometimes, he even treat me bad.
But I don't care. I have a real father, who loves me so much, and gives me everything I want [good things of couse]. My real father lives far away from me. We have never meet each other since a long time ago. But we talk sometimes. The sad thing is, he seems to be very busy lately. I call him many times everyday, but he didn't answer. Well, not yet. I'm sure he will call me soon.
My real father has promised me one thing: One day, he will come and take me home. My real home, home where I live so many years ago, where there is no tears and pain. I wish I can go there soon. To the home where I can live with my real father.
P.S.: Father, I miss you. Call me soon, would you?"
One of my favourite songs of all time, this song never failed to get me carried away. It's deep in meaning; just wanna share it with other philosophers of love out there. The translation is by me, so I'm so sorry if it's doesn't quite literal (that's not the point of a poem, right?).
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I don't remember anymore, how long have it been The last time I heard you talked about your favorite fairy tale I'm thinking hard, I'm starting to forget Have I done you any wrong? While crying you told me, fairy tales are all lies There's no way I'm your prince charming Probably you just don't understand The moment you tell me you love me All the stars in my world are sparkling
I will, I can, and I want to be the angel that you love from the fairy tales Spread my arms turn to wings to protect you You have to believe, believe that what we have can be like fairy tales
Happy ever after is the end of us
Together will we write our 'The End'