2018.10.05.
Childhood(When I Was Little)
(Spoken)I wonder if you are like me also thinking that dad is always so serious and it's so hard to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.
When I was a little kid, my dad used to ride a bicycle taking me to a new park and play with me every week.
But somehow, after I grew up we seldom talked to each other.
He never praised me and I never told him that I loved him.
But fortunately before he passed away, we both said what was in our hearts.
I can never forget that one day when I was going to leave the ward in the hospital.
He suddenly called my name and remained silent for a few seconds.
Then he said to me: You…you keep on fighting!
I nodded and turned away. Tears fell and wouldn’t stop.
Afterwards I wrote a song for my dad.
I recorded its demo and played it to him.
(Song)
When I was little, out city was like countryside.
We walked briskly.
The sky was blue. Hearts were small but roads were wide.
After growing up, we lived like dust.
The distance between us grew further and further.
Sometimes it’s difficult to be together. We thought too much but talked too little.
I want to climb on your shoulders.
I want to look at your distant window.
I forgot to ask, what kind of stubbornness hindered us talking from the bottom of heart.
I want to become your wings.
I want to flick away all your vicissitudes.
I forgot to say, the wish deep in my heart is always to gain your recognition.
In your gentle eyes, it blossoms.
(Spoken)
I believe, today he must have got wings and come here to listen to me singing.
(Song)
At the moment our hearts are getting soft.
We forget we are father and son.
We know that time is too late. Don’t hide and don’t leave.
I want to climb on your shoulders.
I want to look at your distant window.
I forgot to ask, what kind of stubbornness hindered us talking from the bottom of heart.
I want to become your wings.
I want to flick away all your vicissitudes.
I forgot to say, the wish in my heart is always to gain your recognition.
In your gentle eyes, it blossoms.
I want to climb on your shoulders.
I want to look at your distant window.
I forgot to ask, what kind of stubbornness hindered us talking from the bottom of heart.
I want to become your wings.
I want to flick away all your vicissitudes.
I forgot to say, when I think back carefully, the most precious picture in my mind is that you riding bicycle carrying me and telling me to hold you tight, so that I could fly behind you safely.
In my memory, as you got older everything of us has become eternal.