Dad, today marks the sixth anniversary of Father’s Day that I don’t have you with me. Although it is immensely ridiculous and brutal to have me count the years that they only know to remind me of losing you, I every year cannot wait to this day, for this day would grant me a privilege letting me willfully think of you; it benevolently legitimizes my insanity in missing you and rationalizes my illogicality in wanting you back.

Dad, you were born to authentically show the world that silence is gold. You gave an exceeding expression to ‘home is a place talking about love but not reason’. You spent your whole life demonstrating to us what the essence of silence is by living in the bosom of the family, keeping silent all the time making the family, under any circumstances, in one piece – except that we could never hear your words, leaving behind your silence enveloped in not a few unknowns. For all that, your silence is now always the subject we are fond of talking about and it had rendered us more than willing and enthusiastic to spend the rest of our lives probing into your real life, hoping we can find out on earth how you lived your life in a so tumultuous world with your so silent streak!

Dad, the song I sang today for you is named ‘聽不到的說話’, hope you can see how desperate your daughter is to hear your words!