I have no idea why I wanted to write this in the first place, really... o_O
You know, every night, I dream a wonderful dream.
A dream so good that makes me not want to wake up at all.
Why, you ask?
Because that sweet little dream, that sweet little fantasy of mine...
...is better, way better, than the bitter reality I have.
Oh father, father, how I wish that you'd just know...
...how I wish that you'd just know!
To bad you can't...
Oh, yes, you never can't!
And never won't!
I know so well that these little things...
...are just unimportant matters to thee!
I know you never won't...
and, oh, you never will...
...understand how this sweet little dream of mine matters to me!
More than reality, my dear father!
More than reality!
It matters to me more than all the riches in the world...
...all the riches and jewels and servants we have!
Yes, you heard me right...
...that's why you'll never understand, father!
For for you, riches, jewelry, money, work, heir...
...are far more important that anything!
For you those things are far more important...
far, far more important...
...than your own daughter and her dreams!
Oh, yes, ever since mother died a year ago...
...we've turned out like this!
You made yourself busy on your work, busy on earning,
more busier than you ever were!
Well I suppose I could not blame you for that...
...for I understand you are just using those...
...to cover up thy loneliness and thy pains!
I understood because even I at that time...
...used to think of other things to make me busy...
...just to cover up my grievings and loneliness and pains!
But, oh, what I could not get was that you never recovered!
At after two years of her death, oh, you still were the same!
You never showed me that you loved me or cared for me anymore!
You always shoo me out every time I try to approach you...
...and tell me I'm only doing useless things and yell at me!
Yes, you guessed it right!
It's on the second year of her death that I've started dreaming!
Now is already her third year of death, and I've still never stopped on my little dream,
my sweet little dream, my sweet little fantasy...
...my only escape from this bitter reality I have!
Oh, you may think of it as stupid,
as worthless, really...
...but to a child like me,
it is of a great value, a treasure!
Every night I dream...
...a dream so good...
...that makes me not want to wake up at all!
A dream that for a year I've been wishing a lot...
...for it to be real, to be my real sweet reality...
...rather than my little sweet fantasy!
If you really would insist...
...or perhaps someday would want to find...
what this sweet little dream of mine is...
...then I shall write it all here,
for me and you to remember!
In my dreams, I was a princess...
Not the kind of princess that you would say...
...not the princess who has all the riches on the world.
But the princess who has all the love she needs in the world.
Yes, the kind I know that you would not understand...
for by princess, you think it means that she has all the riches;
but by princess, I would mean
she who has all the love she needs.
In my dreams, we had no servants...
...it was just you and me.
Just you and me...
...where I've got all the love and care and support that I need.
In my dreams, you wake me up...
...you make our breakfast, eat with me.
Tell me stories, and spend our time...
...all together, every day.
In my dreams, you tuck me in...
...hug me close, kiss goodnight.
Wave my worries and my fears...
...away on the night.
In my dreams, you help me out...
...brush my teeth, comb my hair...
...pick out dresses, go everywhere...
...you were always there for me.
In my dreams, you do it all...
...make a living, make a home...
...shed no tear, put a smile...
...it must have been hard but you did so.
In my dreams, you would sing to me..
...and every doubt and fears I have...
...would soon fade away, go away...
...and vanish from the world.
In my dreams, when I cry...
...you hug me, hold me tight...
Tell me everything would be alright...
...and so would they.
In my dreams, you were my strength...
...you give me light, in the darkest hour...
You smile for me, give me hope...
And prove to me I'm not alone.
In my dreams, you showed me love...
...what love a father can give.
Just one smile, just one hug...
...and they're enough to...
...show that you're always here for me.
In my dreams, I knew well...
...that I have everything, everything...
...all the love that I need...
...in this world.
In my dreams, everything was perfect...
...and too bad it's just that.
It's too bad, too sad...
...that still is just a sweet little fantasy, a sweet little dream of mine,
something that doesn't exist in this bitter reality that I have.
Oh, now you know what it is, dear father!
But I doubt that you would still understand...
...how precious it is to me, though.
Well, not today, on the third year of dear mother's death of course...
...but not on the fourth one, either...
...and not on the fifth, or the sixth, or seventh...
...but maybe on the eighth?
Well, if not, I still would secretly be hoping for you to understand someday.
I still would hope that someday you'd understand...
...how far more important I think love is,
than money and jewels and all the riches in the world;
how far more important,
this sweet little dream, sweet little fantasy of mine is,
that the bitter reality that I have;
and how far more important,
that I wanted my father to have given me support...
...and had shown to me that he loved me.
All I've always wanted ever since the day that dear mother died...
...was to know that someone still loves me, you know?
All that what I've just wanted...
...was love from my father.
It is, to me, far, far, far important than all the riches in the world.
All that I've ever wanted...
...was done in that dream.
Too bad it can't become my reality...
If it can, oh, I'll do anything, anything!
Anything just t make my sweet little dream into my sweet reality!
Yeah, well, that's all xD
I hope you enjoyed it (somehow...)
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