park: "your aunts will tell me, "now that we look back, we realize our father was a very gentle person with a lot of wisdom."
the early riser does not awaken the dreamer
quietly, quietly, holds her one more time and goes
walks and walks through the memories held in the trees, he walks
the late blooming flowers do not rush the man
in the sky, in the sky, little leaves wave and show him where to go
going up and up to the brightest part of the sun, he goes up
the highest part of the mountain does not frighten him
inbetween the layers and layers of the hillsides, he is safe
through the tens and thousands of people, he found the one he loves
park: "so...he couldn’t really say any last words...
but the night before he passed away, i was sleeping--and I usually dream a lot,
but your grandfather was all dressed up, wearing his hat and said,
"i'm leaving now."
as i woke up from my dream i realized, "ah it's time for him to go."
time can never stop him
in the clouds, the quiet man shouts
i love you, i love you, no matter what, i will love you.