From the first day you were born to me The warmth of my heart From the first day you were born to me The warmth of my heart

Dear Storymirror, You have the mirror of opportunity, Dear Storymirror, You have the mirror of opportunity,

Oh my respected dear father, Writing this letter with pains and tear. Oh my respected dear father, Writing this letter with pains and tear.

The poem is a letter to younger oneself. The poem is a letter to younger oneself.

Red rose bloomed bright Boy plucks it tonight Red rose bloomed bright Boy plucks it tonight

As I read the letter, An angel appears As I read the letter, An angel appears