I really loved the willow tree in front of our house.
We used to climbed it together for hours.

My Father taught me how to climb the willow tree.
Tighten my grip, strong and steady.
I saw the green leaves reflected in his eyes.
Ever since then i had known the sun would always come to rise.

My Father...
Our beloved Willow Tree...

When my father passed away they cut it down and make a coffin out of it.
That day, i saw my tree falling down and i felt the earth shaking beneath my feet.

My Father...
My Willow Tree