單車
陳奕迅
曲：柳重言 詞：黃偉文 編：柳重言
陳奕迅
曲：柳重言 詞：黃偉文 編：柳重言
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惜
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 可知我只得你承受我的狂或野
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惜
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 可知我只得你承受我的狂或野
Everytime this song plays, it brings back the memory of once upon a time. I miss sitting behind you, on the bike. Sometimes you will light a smoke while riding, and this will mix with the smell on you. All these, till today, embodied the smell of hard honest work to me.
I remember you picking me up from tuition at night. We'd always pass this steep road cutting through the hill. You'd purposely go fast, then bend low over the bike, so that I would feel the cold rush of wind directly at my face.
I remember concocting all sorts of silly stories in my mind when I sat behind you. Sometimes, I'd assume the characters and say the dialogues out loud. I always thought the wind covered my voice and prevented you from hearing. Now I wonder. Have you ever heard my stories?
I remember it was our ritual every morning. You'd take me on the bike and we'd go get a packet of potato chips from the grocery store. Then you'd drop me at the baby sitter's place at fourth floor. And when you came back from work, you'd buy tidbits for me. Is it any wonder now that potato chip's my favourite food?
I remember there was this once when you picked me up from school bearing this large piece of glass the size of a long dining table. I sat behind you with the glass held precariously between us. We were going at about 30km/hr. A ten minutes journey from school to home took 30 minutes that day. When I got down from the bike, the paper covering the glass was wet with my tears. Did you know? I was so scared.
I remember you paying me 50 cents to wash your bike. And five cents for every white hair I could find in your hair.
I remember you fetching me in a heavy rain. We were soaked through and through. You found it so funny that I said, "We were wet to our undies!" Why, I have no idea. Funny meh?
I remember you coming home from work in a rainy day. I'd rush to give you your towel to dry yourself. It was one of my many goody-two-shoes moments.
When mom didn't allow me to ride a bike, you were the one who convinced her to let me. Your reason to mom was, "How long do you want to protect her?"
I remember when I got my bike license, I fetched you once before. I think. Given the chance, you know I'd fetch you anytime you want for forever.
Today's your day. I miss you, Loutao.
I remember you picking me up from tuition at night. We'd always pass this steep road cutting through the hill. You'd purposely go fast, then bend low over the bike, so that I would feel the cold rush of wind directly at my face.
I remember concocting all sorts of silly stories in my mind when I sat behind you. Sometimes, I'd assume the characters and say the dialogues out loud. I always thought the wind covered my voice and prevented you from hearing. Now I wonder. Have you ever heard my stories?
I remember it was our ritual every morning. You'd take me on the bike and we'd go get a packet of potato chips from the grocery store. Then you'd drop me at the baby sitter's place at fourth floor. And when you came back from work, you'd buy tidbits for me. Is it any wonder now that potato chip's my favourite food?
I remember there was this once when you picked me up from school bearing this large piece of glass the size of a long dining table. I sat behind you with the glass held precariously between us. We were going at about 30km/hr. A ten minutes journey from school to home took 30 minutes that day. When I got down from the bike, the paper covering the glass was wet with my tears. Did you know? I was so scared.
I remember you paying me 50 cents to wash your bike. And five cents for every white hair I could find in your hair.
I remember you fetching me in a heavy rain. We were soaked through and through. You found it so funny that I said, "We were wet to our undies!" Why, I have no idea. Funny meh?
I remember you coming home from work in a rainy day. I'd rush to give you your towel to dry yourself. It was one of my many goody-two-shoes moments.
When mom didn't allow me to ride a bike, you were the one who convinced her to let me. Your reason to mom was, "How long do you want to protect her?"
I remember when I got my bike license, I fetched you once before. I think. Given the chance, you know I'd fetch you anytime you want for forever.
Today's your day. I miss you, Loutao.
5 comments:
i remember always walked to the side gate with your daughter to wait for you then i'll slowly walk to the front gate after that to wait for my mother. I always wanted my dad to come fetch me with his bike, because i like the cold air splashed on my face like your daughter do. i heard stories about you from your daughter, about you leaving money on the table for your daughter to buy snack and comic books and... hmm.. only that! haha..
i remembered the time, it was after the chinese new year, you came on your bike to get your daughter and i think i asked your daughter if i can get angpou from you. If i'm not mistaken she said, "you can try." and i did. you felt so panic, from my observation, quickly searching for an angpou envelope and slot in a RM2 in it. Though i was simply asking but i was shocked when you put it in my hands and i wished you "gong xi fa cai, uncle!" i was very happy then and when i told my mother, she told me that WE MUST give one to your daughter because i received it from you. so, your daughter get a RM2 back. haha~
Today's your day. Happy Sang Kei, uncle.
your daughter's first friend (self-proclaim)!!
hooi fong
haha! heee... super mo liu la u... but thank you. =D
Good post Kok Quin. I've seen your dad many times, I still remember how he'd pick you up from school too.
Happy Sang Kei, Uncle. Hope the after life's good.
Great post, Quin. =)
so good that i couldnt resist myself from posting here. great one. read thru ur other posts as well. :) u've got skills which were so much better than me and many more from what i see here, at least thats what i feel. keep up with the great work and great posts. im sure u'll rise and shine someday out there! :)
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