Every drop of rain washed my face.
Wet the dry soil.
The grass split as it hit the earth.
Each drop contains a pent-up longing.
I can not prevent all the more urgent memories
Want to be poured or just be said
I've been recording your assertive but loving voice.
Or about the strength of your hand that easily picked me up or just raised me on a high chair.
I recalled the kiss of your lips against my cheek.
It was warm until my heart trembled.
I always laugh when the thin mustache was trimmed between the nose and your mouth touched my cheek.
Make me amused to laugh.
I've remembering that your hands between the strands of my hair drove me to the realm of dreams.
I've remembering the warm embrace that embraced all my sadness.
As I fell I saw the radiation of fear in your eyes.
Gently spoke the sentence that made me strong.
You give a message through all your words.
You said I should not be a whiny kid.
You said I must be a strong boy.
Though you're fierce but all that made me strong.
Father…
I leave this longing for thousands of drops of rain.
Do not you worry, I'm fine here.
You need not worry me here always smile.
For you my father entrusted to this soothing rain.
I'll call you father soon to share stories and news.
Although now we are far away, at least I can still hear your voice. Recording your laughs.
