Daddy, you are the man who plays
destiny loudly though fails so badly.
That man doesn't improve at all, don't you agree?
But, daddy, no one hates a bad performer.
One just does not want to watch them any longer.

Daddy, destiny is
a game over.
And losing something is nothing
until it's you who keep it very dearly who soon become the one who makes it evaporated.
Daddy, daddy, destiny is
I fall apart and you might too,
or we both do.

Either way would hurt.
But I know which is the more hurtful way.
Either way may end the same.
But I know which is the prettier way. The way that is full of rainbows and clear waterfalls and lakes with bunch of lotuses.
I know how to fall apart more gracely, daddy, way more beautifully.

I know you have the chance to see it. You have what I don't.

And, daddy, do you know that love
doesn't exist,
never?
I know you do.