Give Me Your Permission

We get through these cloudy days
As we fight our troubles way
Didn’t I tell you not to be afraid of the winter
Flowers bloom when the spring arrives.
My son, I’m closed to the end of my life
And I wish to see you marry before I close my eyes,
But things are very complicated these days
We can’t afford a wedding ceremony…
Papa, we’re just planning to ask for your permission!
We know that every dark night has a dawn
And a day will come when the troubles we went through become a blessing.
My son, if you dried the meat, it would be edible;
If it is a word, it would be talkable.
The suffering is a sorrow and the remedy is a sorrow
We need to be thankful for our sorrow
Since we’re trying to harvest the crops without getting our feet in the mud
Ha-ha, papa!
The eyes that can see the secrets are here
As well as the secret of secrets
The word I said just now is only a drop from the ocean
Perhaps, is the remedy of my troubles with me, papa?
Hmm, you’re a valiant and honest brave with a good heart
Come on! Break that chain on your tongue
So that your heart can have some peace
My dear, do you know what the inner thought says?
The taste of love is as much as the effort made to reach it.
Congratulation, my son!
I leave peace to you so that you could raise Abel.