I seek from them, my strength, happiness and love.
They are the sweet kids of my father,
and they play hide and seek all the time.
Some can hide well and some cannot.
Some hide faraway and some close by.
Wherever they are, I cannot forget them,
for they are all my own siblings.
Winning or losing does not matter,
what matters is whether they are
in the game or not, for it gives me
hope that I will find them one day.
Sometimes my heart longs to see
a few who always try to hide.
But they say that when I grow old
and when this game gets boring,
my father would come and take me home.
There I can rest on my mother's lap
and watch others play the game.
