I've been thinking and thinking...and finally it's like I realised somthing.
My real father's last few presents he gave to me
was more than just a bike.
It was his incarnation, a memo of him
that he wanted me to remember.

Most importantly, he taught me how to ride a bike.
I guess it's pretty much the same as in life.
My stepfather and mother may give me life.
They may give me a new bike for Xmas.
BUT ultimately
it is my father who taught me how to cycle,
it was him who taught me how to ride the waves of life.
It is he who breathed life into this body my mother gave me.
I shall always be grateful to him.

whatever I told my friends,
how I dont really think of him much,
it's not totally true.
When I need a role model,
I'll look to him as one.
My stepfather may teach me
how to earn money,
but my REAL father taught
(and is still teaching)
me how to make money.
At least hes teaching me how to learn it myself.

At the age of 6, I had a dream.
I wanna see my father again,
see how he's like after close to 10 years.
I wanna be with him again,
Cuz he's my father.
A great father, always.
Never giving up though it seemed bleak.
Thinking back, qianhui's not the only one worthy of this song.

Wherever you go,
Whatever you do,
I will be right here
waiting for you.

Whatever it takes,
or how my heart breaks,
I will be right here
waiting for you.

He's my father. I'm his son.
No one can replace a father. Or a son.
Love you, daddy.
~Sign off~

Happiness is not an experience,
just a memory and
how you remember it.

I'll always remember the times we had together.