On the coldest day of the year . 30 of December, I lost my most precious person .
My father, who raised me with all his care.
It was a tragedy that made me realize that I had become a ruthless person .
but , this realization had no meaning now .
My everything was gone .
My life was gone .
that single person left with everything.
I let all of it go .
I still haven't gotten his permission about anything.
I wanted to tell him , I-I wanted to tell him ,
I want to be a pro-boxer.
I wanted to be your student.
I wanted you to be my coach .
I Knew, How much you struggled to learn boxing in your youth .
I knew you had lost your leg in your childhood and yet you were a good boxer.
You can't go !
you still haven't experienced the pleasure and happiness of life .
Why .
Why was your life only filled with struggles.
Why did I neglected you ?
I loved you , Father.
I love you , What will I do now that I have lost you ..