My father owned two houses and a dragon robe
where he would step in and out
but never to my home.
Father, you could rule your kingdom as you wished
claiming you were the only king
but you could never hold on to me
I was the drifting wind
vividly I could chase after you
when I was your girl
or was it just a bubble?
Where the air was too dense
and too murky
then I got lost.
Father, father, where were you?
Why did I only see this broken girl
who was trying to see through the cracked mirror
to remember your disguised face?
I closed my eyes
and fainted into this bubble
where I could be your actual daughter
not just that little girl
but suddenly it broke.
Then I fell hard
but you weren’t there
when I was scared
Dad, dad, dad
Let me call you my dad one last time
to keep this bubble still
so that I can see through the mirror
One more time.