Hey dad:
I'm writing to you, not to tell you, that I still hate you.
Just to ask you how you feel. And how we fell apart, how this fell apart…
Are you happy out there in this great wide world?
Do you think about your sons?
Do you miss your little girl?
When you lay your head down, how do you sleep at night?
Do you even wonder if we're all right?
But we're all right, we're all right.
It's been a long hard road without you by my side,
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried?
You broke my mother's heart; you broke your children for life.
It's not ok, but we're all right.
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes,
but those are just a long lost memory of mine.
I spent so many years learning how to survive.
Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive…
The days I spent so cold, so hungry; were full of hate, I was so angry.
The scars run deep inside this tattooed body, there's things I'll take to my grave.
Sometimes, I forgive…
Yeah and this time, I'll admit that I miss you, said I miss you…
And sometimes I forgive.
And this time, I'll admit, that I miss you, I miss you…Hey dad
--Good Charlotte: Emotionless

The Chinese New Year is approaching.
Just like Christmas and other holidays, it should be a family gathered event.
That's why I think about my father.
I wonder where such an eccentric man would be on this kind of holiday.
Moreover, where will such a pathetic man (or an unsuccessful father) being found dead in the future?
It's not a curse or something, just a worry on his only daughter's mind.
He drove himself away from us—because of money;
He made himself hate us—because of money……
But there're so many important things in this world than money!
I feel sorry for him.
I really want to know how he's doing lately.
Will he give up hating us?
Will he recall that I'm his own daughter?
I don't know….
I just don't want to make his funeral the next time we meet.