Friday, March 6, 2009
Saturday, December 27, 2008
You can't see the world through a mirror
Days have been feeling strange to me. I am alone most of the time, yet, quite content.
I look at myself a lot these days.
Sometimes I look at the mirror and wished the bump on my nose wasn't so big. Sometimes I brush my hair back and thought I'm the strangest looking creature on earth. Sometimes I wonder why I don't look like my mother at all when they all say I do. The truth is, I never really knew what I look like. I should stop looking at myself; after all, you can't see the world through a mirror.
I look at myself a lot these days.
Sometimes I look at the mirror and wished the bump on my nose wasn't so big. Sometimes I brush my hair back and thought I'm the strangest looking creature on earth. Sometimes I wonder why I don't look like my mother at all when they all say I do. The truth is, I never really knew what I look like. I should stop looking at myself; after all, you can't see the world through a mirror.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
I use to write.
A friend once said to me, that at the two ends of the rainbow, are two pots of gold. It was a rainy day; we were looking at the sky, soaked in joy, hope, youth. We weren't thinking about how days won't come back. We were thinking if we should take the rocket or the train.
I am sorry, for the longest time I have stopped looking. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the shinning gold, but it disappears much too soon. Sometimes I dream of colors of the rainbow, and I can no longer tell if it was a dream or not. But from the bottom of my heart, I earnestly tell myself, that I will not linger in qualm. I will take the rocket, just like you did, my friend.
I am sorry, for the longest time I have stopped looking. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the shinning gold, but it disappears much too soon. Sometimes I dream of colors of the rainbow, and I can no longer tell if it was a dream or not. But from the bottom of my heart, I earnestly tell myself, that I will not linger in qualm. I will take the rocket, just like you did, my friend.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Sometimes, I wish my existence is a secret
I am a key hole with no matching key
Even if there is, it has been missing for long.
Even if there is, it has been missing for long.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
[day16] 英雄的樂章
一直相信,音樂,一首歌,可以改變一個人。
我覺得音樂家都是英雄。我所說的,是創造自己的音樂,對人生有著一種態度,然後從音樂裡表達出來的音樂家,不是那種只唱通俗流行歌的歌手。
不知道,Radiohead 的一首Creep 丞救了多少在懸崖旁垂死的寂寞少年,我也曾像歌裡的怪胎,絕望地愛上了遙不可及,無如倫比的美麗...然後在TomYorke 的歌聲裡找到了無盡的共鳴。
“You are not the only one"
一直到現在,Hide 的歌曲都給我很大的動力。每當聽到那充滿生命力的拍子就想大喊,跳躍,奔跑,向前衝!在失落,畏懼的時候他搖滾著的聲音叫我不要怕,給我生存的動力。(可惜的是,在這個世界裡他自己卻找不到生存的動力...)
我們都是被音樂感動過的人。而那些感動過無數心靈的人,不只是歌手,偶像, 他們是偉大的音樂家,是英雄。
一直相信,音樂,一首歌,可以改變一個人。
我覺得音樂家都是英雄。我所說的,是創造自己的音樂,對人生有著一種態度,然後從音樂裡表達出來的音樂家,不是那種只唱通俗流行歌的歌手。
不知道,Radiohead 的一首Creep 丞救了多少在懸崖旁垂死的寂寞少年,我也曾像歌裡的怪胎,絕望地愛上了遙不可及,無如倫比的美麗...然後在TomYorke 的歌聲裡找到了無盡的共鳴。
“You are not the only one"
一直到現在,Hide 的歌曲都給我很大的動力。每當聽到那充滿生命力的拍子就想大喊,跳躍,奔跑,向前衝!在失落,畏懼的時候他搖滾著的聲音叫我不要怕,給我生存的動力。(可惜的是,在這個世界裡他自己卻找不到生存的動力...)
我們都是被音樂感動過的人。而那些感動過無數心靈的人,不只是歌手,偶像, 他們是偉大的音樂家,是英雄。
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