"Father..."
"Father......"
A call, again and again, close to the ear.
The voice is gentle and refined, but the usual calm has turned into sadness.
"I..."
He struggles to speak, trying to defend himself.
Can't utter a single word.
It's as if something is stuck in his throat, preventing him from making a sound.
"Father, what do children mean to you, really?"
"I've tried hard, tried hard to do everything you asked, tried hard to achieve the goals you've set."
"No matter how tired, how exhausting, I've never uttered a word of complaint."
"But, Father, do you know that I am really tired, so tired..."
"You've never cared about me, never paid attention to me."
"It's just because I happen to be your eldest son, the most legitimate heir, that you have to groom me."
The voice becomes more and more depressed, more and more sorrowful.
The surrounding darkness thins out, seemingly real yet imaginary images, fading slowly with it.
"No, it's not like this!!"
