There will be a tomorrow
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when even this little bird that turned from his parents
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can someday return to their kind bosom, right?
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Yet why can't I even meet father's shadow?
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Am I going to cry? � No way, I'm a man.
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I believe, I believe in that day,
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the day I embrace my father in my arms.
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Someday the flowers of the field and grass of the rainy season
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Perhaps there will come a day I can say so.
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Yet why doesn't happiness come?
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Am I going to cry? � No way, I'm a man.
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I shall endure. I shall bear and wait for that day to come,
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the day when I can hold father's hand and laugh with him.
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Someday the winds shall sweep away
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the clouds hung over the crescent moon
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Perhaps there will be a brilliant night
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Yet why doesn't father's star shine?
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Am I going to cry? � No way, I'm a man.
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I shall fight, I shall fight for that day,
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for the day I take back father with my own hands.
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