Dad, I'm Back
I often hear talk that the war will bring about peaceWhy do I see my dad constantly hitting my mom?Just because he gets drunk, he takes it out on my momI really can’t bear to watch it, thinking I’m not man enough
Since I was young I only had Mom’s affectionWhy is my dad so violent?If I really had a pair of wings, two pairs of wingsAnd could leave anytime, leave secretlyI’d definitely take my mom away
My education from when I was little, other people’s familiesOther people’s dads, there has to be a reason for all of the violenceBut... neither Mom nor I were wrong. I’m ashamed to have called you “Dad.”
Dad, I’m back
“Don’t hit my mom like that again.”Will you listen to what I say?“Don’t hit my mom like that again.”Can it be your hands don’t hurt?
I returned home so I could prevent everythingLet our family go back to the sweetness of the past, the sweet fragrance of happinessEven though this is a truth that I’ve made upA bit ironic, a bit sourBut it does happen in this happy society, people can relate
Using the obvious signs to stop all violenceTears followed the musical notes absorbing the bloody emotionsSince I was young you told me to learn from you, put you as my modelSo many delusionsMom often tells me“Be good, listen to your dad.” You tell me, how can I be like you?
Go away
“Don’t hit my mom like that again.”Will you listen to what I say?“Don’t hit my mom like that again.”Can it be your hands don’t hurt?
“Don’t hit my mom like that again.”Can it be your hands don’t hurt?
12345678one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eightI call you dad, you hit my momIs this right? Why do you have to be like this?Why let alcohol lead you to act blindly?
I tell you, but you still don’t listen. ListenWe’re the ones in pain. Pain
Don’t hit my mom like that again.