Dance with My Father
和爸爸跳舞
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence, my father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then spin me around ´til I fell asleep.Then up the stairs he would carry me. And I knew for sure I was loved.
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him, I´d play a song that would never, ever end. How I´d love, love, love to dance with my father again.
When I and my mother would disagree to get my way, I would run from her to him.He´d make me laugh just to comfort me, then finally make me do just what my mama said.
