Saturday, January 18, 2014
[Untitled]
淡淡雨飄落 風裡共你結伴行 陪你那管路途盡灰暗
曾經風霜 傘中的人 在滄桑裡覓尋
求你今宵 允諾與我 渡崎嶇的半生
陣陣雨灑落 一再滌去了俗塵 陪你那管路途盡灰暗
從今相依 傘中的人 願一生笑伴行
寒雨淒風 似是叫我 讓身心拉近
以後如何亦以愛換愛 以後如何亦將心換心
愁纏一生 快樂一生 仍陪你赴遠方行
以後如何亦以愛換愛 以後如何亦將心拉近
平凡渡過 燦爛也好 甘心跟你走一生
This song is... an untitled song.
From a show most don't know existed. From a singer who most have not heard of. From a songwriter who doesn't play anymore. From a lyricist who doesn't write anymore.
Well yeah, it was from 1991-1992, but still.
I think it is a beautiful song. That's what counts, is it not?
I miss talking to some people. It's like everyone is moving on, moving on with their lives, their work, their everything.
It's just that the every-once-in-a-while obligatory catch-up comes by and I find myself wondering what to say. So I say it.
"I missed you."
That probably did not come out the right way.
"I never knew you were one for sentimentality."
So there is it - a response, a kick to a face, a splash of cold water that tells you that
hey look people don't like it when you say weird random things like that. Of course, a protest follows next.
"Of course not, I'm rolling my eyes."
But I'm not rolling my eyes. I really did miss you. And talking to you is just my attempt to regain some sense of normalcy. So maybe I did not miss you, I missed the sense of routine your presence brought to me. I like routine. Routine is normal.
Normal is safe. Normal is good.
Normal is something I missed,
like you.
I met some people. So?
Nothing new. Nothing worth remembering. But I remember it somehow.
I've done nothing, gained nothing. But that's okay, in the end we're all just taking nothing. I don't want to have to have everything just because everyone else does. Things are just, things. Some people are made for some things. I am not. Or even if I am, I will not be. Nothing is good enough for me.
Posted at 8:43 PM
