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就這樣吧 若你碰到他

August 28, 2009 solotune Leave a comment

My heart strings were pulled the moment the guitar chords were plucked, and the feelings of a racing heart and the pain felt on the left side of one’s chest set me thinking, wallowing in my own misery once again. The many times that I’ve asked and answered my own questions, the many nights I’ve imagined in my thoughts and dreamt about when fortunate enough to be in good slumber without much missing the one person whom I’ve been praying to meet again. Have you wondered why and how you would fall for someone who has no thoughts and feelings for you? Won’t you lament about how time has passed but has not brought about the healing it promised? Just a note, a sentence of the lyrics, a piece of poetry or a song, the fleeting clouds and traveling winds, the whistling woods and the whispering streams, all things you encounter have but one topic to share in common, the many words or none at all that you would want to say to him should you see him again. You searched through the pages of memories that have hurt you over and over again, you changed the subject discussed whenever his name is to be mentioned, yet it is always at the tip of your tongue and would often roll down your cheeks in the form of incomprehensible tears.  Your teary eyes are yearning for a long awaited meeting, your mind filled up with anything and everything about him, you can’t help but be disappointed in your own let down, not once. And the soliloquy goes on when no one is watching, the repeated lines of how you miss him and or how you have played that scene of your meeting after several more years later since he last departed. How can life be so shallow to only revolve around him? How can life be so empty in his absence? How can life be so short yet never seem to end when days passed by like trains move from station to station, and he’s not in any of it? Are you? Am I? Am I sad? Do I miss him? Will we meet again? … … … …”Should you see him again, will you send him my regards? Let him know I’ve been well, and have long forgotten about him and if he is now with his beau, I would wish him all the best… …”The song repeats after the language of thy love.

若你碰到了 替我問候他
告訴他 我過得很美滿
已忘記他 已把淚水全部擦乾
若你碰到了 替我問候他
祝福他和他的另一半
不在乎他 不再愛也不再等待
就這樣吧 若你碰到他

就這樣吧 若你碰到他

Categories: music, ramblings

When cowherd meet his fairy maiden

August 26, 2009 solotune Leave a comment

칠석 or the Star festival, whatever you call it, originates from the Chinese legend of cowherd the earthling and his heavenly maiden. The tale symbolises undying love which enables the couple to overcome separation to meet every once a year whenever the magpies flock to build a bridge between heaven and earth. Such is the determination of the true lovers, such is also the compassion of the stoic heavens. And on this day, the seventh day of the seventh month of the Lunar calendar  is one day as you wish upon a star, you may come to witness the Reunion made possible by the almost legendary birds of happiness, then what would you wish for? Would it still be the courage to withstand loneliness when being left behind on earth, or the unwavering will to keep to a promise made in heaven? And if you were to be the he or the she, what words would you say to one another? Will it be to murmur sweet nothings, or to simply gaze into each others’ eyes to utter all things beyond mere words and expressions? I just wonder why the significance of such a day or night, and why the impact for it to travel beyond the Chinese lands to etch and imprint on the minds of all peoples alike. Could it be love? I hope to believe so.

Categories: culture

萌芽

August 23, 2009 solotune 5 comments

还没好好的感受
雪花绽放的气候
我们一起颤抖
会更明白什么是温柔
还没跟你牵著手
走过荒芜的沙丘
可能从此以后学会珍惜
天长和地久
有时候有时候
我会相信一切有尽头
相聚离开都有时候
没有什么会永垂不朽
可是我有时候
宁愿选择留恋不放手
等到风景都看透
也许你会陪我看细水长流

Categories: Seoul, music

Silence

August 10, 2009 solotune Leave a comment

How loud, the shrill of the lungs bursting. Watching the world go by while dunking moments and lapses of the past; fragments of  joy and ramnants of a forlorn hope. Days go by, the new moon arises and sets in no time, totally confused yet forever in tune. Laughter’s gone, weeping continues, the clapping hands, the fists cletched, shouted, screamed, stopped. From afar, a twinkling light that emits from a tiny star shines bright, gently gliding through the endless night.  

Categories: ramblings