Father's Let Go

Many people have the memories of 

how their fathers taught them to swim, 

to ride a bicycle, 

or to assemble a 1.000-piece puzzle, etc.

To learn such techniques, 

fathers at some point would finally change 

to let their children 

navigate the learning process independently. 

The fathers ultimately let go, 

but that doesn't mean 

they've given up on helping their children.

"Let go" is not "Give up". 

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Eason Chan - Bicycle

陳奕迅 - 單車

Don’t—don’t assume I already know. 

Everything—everything—was done for me.

Why is it so great? 

It doesn’t feel like it.

If you don’t say a single word— 

isn’t that kind of love the best?

Only once—remembering— 

I really got to touch it.

You and I, riding on bicycles, 

embracing with our bodies pressed close.

Hard to let go, hard to part— 

just want to hold on tighter. 

This endless life feels like a wilderness.

Like a child resting on a father’s shoulder— 

who would ever get off?

Hard to let go, hard to part— 

there are always some things. 

And ordinary feelings—

nothing like them can be stacked or piled away.

No matter how cruel the world may be, 

when I think of this bicycle, 

there’s still happiness I can borrow.

It has already been given to me— 

how could I not see it?

Although playing the role for you 

is really difficult, 

I’ve always been waiting in the empty space.

Why not give me a hug?

How am I supposed to believe this whole setup? 

You care for me so much— 

but it’s inconvenient for you to let me know.

I miss the bicycle— 

the one hug I had with you, 

the only one.

Hard to let go, hard to part— 

just want to hold on tighter. 

This endless life feels like a wilderness.

Like a child resting on a father’s shoulder— 

even if the long road is far, 

even if it’s full of slopes.

Love me—love me a little more— 

so that when I go on in the future, 

I can be stronger.

Do you mind coming to protect and care for me? 

But then who would give that as charity?

Hard to let go, hard to part— 

just want to hold on tighter. 

This endless life feels like a wilderness.

Like a child resting on a father’s shoulder— 

who would ever get off?

Hard to let go, hard to part— 

there are always some things— 

and ordinary feelings are simply not something 

that can be heaped up or piled on.

Let the world hate me for being bad— 

but don’t you know that all I have is only you? 

To endure my wildness, 

my wildness and recklessness.

歌詞

不要 不要假設我知道

一切 一切也都是為我而做

為何這麼偉大?

如此感覺不到

不說一句的愛有多好?

只有一次記得實在接觸到

騎著單車的我倆

懷緊貼背的擁抱

難離難捨想抱緊些 

茫茫人生好像荒野

如孩兒能伏於爸爸的肩膊 

誰要下車?

難離難捨總有一些 

常情如此不可堆卸

任世間再冷酷 

想起這單車 還有幸福可借

經已給我 怎會看不到?

雖說演你角色實在有難度

從來虛位以待

何不給個擁抱?

想我怎去相信這一套

多疼惜我 卻不便讓我知道

懷念單車給你我

唯一有過的擁抱

難離難捨想抱緊些 

茫茫人生好像荒野

如孩兒能伏於爸爸的肩膊 

哪怕遙遙長路多斜

你愛我愛多些 

讓我他朝走得堅壯些

你介意來愛護 

又靠誰施捨?

難離難捨想抱緊些 

茫茫人生好像荒野

如孩兒能伏於爸爸的肩膊 

誰要下車?

難離難捨總有一些 

常情如此不可堆卸

任世間怨我壞 

1可知我只得你 

承受我的狂或野