tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50174798860990350202024-02-21T05:25:47.730+08:00Violet IllusionNight falls and dream rises, will the longing of my soul hide?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-52976553254620417442012-09-01T10:55:00.001+08:002012-09-01T11:09:02.865+08:00Copying Misao Fujimura<br />
Broken line of shadow and light...<br />
The delicate of life,<br />
of the humane delight.<br />
The zen of art,<br />
while we feel it so beautiful...<br />
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Just one soulful of emptiness,<br />
The imagination ends.<br />
So surreal and so peaceful<br />
in it the aesthetic sense.<br />
Simple dreams were Kafka's philosophy.<br />
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For all the days,<br />
all existence,<br />
all meaning of past<br />
Can be written in a life,<br />
by then they're gone.<br />
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Ah, The straggle<br />
All pain sealed within,<br />
Struggle unresolved...<br />
All paradoxes puzzle,<br />
with nothingness, shall be solved.<br />
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Human always lost in,<br />
this labyrinth of mine.<br />
When we give up on riddles,<br />
to sphinx we all die.<br />
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To ask is to answer;<br />
to give in is to fathom.<br />
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Sorrow and melancholy,<br />
together they wander,<br />
Trail shall meet judgment<br />
The end of juries' wonder.<br />
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万里空寂,千载洪流,<br />
一心之眼看不清如此梦中幻。<br />
卡夫卡之哲学,值多少本质?<br />
万有之虚无,一答以解之,即 不可知。<br />
背负生之迷茫,禅思,尔后选择苟活,<br />
然无解之斯芬克斯,明悟即生就死。<br />
终醒 最大之悲剧竟然为审判之落幕。<br />
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My own version of the poem.<br />
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<a href="http://voiletillusion.blogspot.com.au/2012/09/suicide-poem-by-misao-fujimura.html">Original version of Chinese and English translation</a><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-23300760121477335462012-09-01T10:54:00.001+08:002012-09-01T11:03:39.711+08:00Suicide Poem by Misao Fujimura. <br />
Delicate line between heaven and earth...<br />
The calm of the ages,<br />
all the world's worth.<br />
Such minuscule measure,<br />
while we think it so grand...<br />
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Just five specks of smallness,<br />
This soft quiet land.<br />
So frail and so fleeting,<br />
in the end you will see<br />
Simple dreams were Horatio's philosophy.<br />
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For all the truth,<br />
all creation,<br />
all secrets of yore<br />
Can be told in an instant,<br />
by then they're no more.<br />
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Ah, The Unexplainable<br />
All worries unsettled,<br />
heartache unresolved...<br />
All questions unanswered,<br />
with death, shall be solved.<br />
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We already teeter,<br />
this sheer cliff so high.<br />
When we fall to corruption,<br />
insecurities die.<br />
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To end is to start;<br />
to surrender is to know.<br />
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Despair and depression,<br />
together they grow.<br />
Hope shall meet hopeless<br />
when there’s nowhere to go.<br />
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悠悠天壤,遼遼古今,<br />
五尺之軀想不透如此大哉問。<br />
赫雷修之哲學,值多少權威?<br />
萬有之真相,一言以蔽之,即 不可解。<br />
懷抱胸中之恨,煩悶,最後選擇一死,<br />
既已站在巖上,胸中了無不安。<br />
始知 最大的悲觀竟等於最大的樂觀。<br />
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藤村操 Misao Fujimura's<br />
Chinese and English translation of the poem.<br />
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A very beautiful and meaningful Poem.<br />
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人总有各式各样,性格也有很多种。世界上有多少人就有多少种性格。有时候,有些人或很多时候,很多人习惯了如何不思考,不去想,不去看,只觉得想和看是一种负担,就像看所谓的“艺术电影”一样很闷很想睡觉。他们通常不问为什么,因为麻烦。当他们问为什么的时候,却仅仅只是要人家告诉他们答案,而就算如此,他们有时又要装下很聪明的样子反对一下,但是反对的理由却可笑得很周星驰电影。<br />
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在人生路上活得如此,就算很赚钱都好,但是中空的脑就是中空的脑而不会因为有那一点丁钱而完善他的中空脑袋价值观。这好比是无论一个盒子外表有多漂亮高贵都好,如果里面空的就是空的。一个人从说话,思考倒发表意见,如果中空的话,那么他的内容一直都只是个loop 而已,不值得发表,但是很可惜的这种人很多时候都要一直重复又重复那些无聊的意见以表达自己的存在价值。<br />
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人生就像一条道路,如果蠢人当道和挡道就会连累别人,但叫他们走开他们却认为自尊心受损而赖死不走,硬要搞到交通瘫痪才行。这种人世界上很多,而我爱的“能国”马来西亚更是盛产如此人物的名产地。<br />
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而这种人,不管如何最后会发觉到当自己赖在道路中间时,会发觉原来世界是挡不住的。我只能很同情的对他们说声对不起此路不通,Give Way for others, 请让路转左,谢谢。Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-89692336915319293882011-10-07T06:59:00.001+08:002011-10-20T23:00:43.837+08:00The Blue RoseIn a night of such loneliness, I saw you walked by, gazing sorrowful towards the void behind me.<br /><br />Your beauty holds my breath, just like a blue rose that I can never touch.<br /><br />I know I have fallen for you, for this moment that never again will be repeated.<br /><br />Did you realize there are tears in your eyes? Did you hide your wounded heart?<br /><br />I wish I can heal your broken smile.<br /><br />Who is in your tearful eyes? Who is in your wounded heart?<br /><br />I wish I can see through your heart.<br /><br />But you did not see me. I am just a stranger that walked you by.<br /><br />You are the blue rose in my heart, I shall remember the way we passed by.<br /><br />I know I will be grieving for you, for the fate had just made us strangers.<br /><br />Your beauty took my heart, just like a blue rose that I can never touch.<br /><br />You are so alone in the dark, yet I know I will never be in your heart.<br /><br />I am a stranger in your life and you are the blue rose that I can never touch.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-72050752273819792282011-10-03T15:59:00.000+08:002011-10-03T16:00:44.992+08:00杀生也可以很浪漫有时杀生也可以很浪漫。人是种天生的捕食者,同时也是种很浪漫可爱的感性动物,只因人做每件事都会事前事后的想理由来解释自己的行为,杀生更是如此。就如钓鱼,人垂钓总有一百种理由,有人为了钓鱼而钓,有人为了吃鱼而钓,有人为了钓人而钓,当然有人为了不杀生而不钓却要渔夫为他而钓。动物捕猎只有为生存而杀,但人却有各式各样的理由来杀生。<br /><br />人这种天生浪漫的物种,行为只是借口,而理由才是浪漫的中心。想起善人们买鸟放生,还会心中真诚的祷告希望它们不会再被捉到,尔后暗喜放生后的阴德,第二天心安的将桌上的鱼翅扫得一干二净,然后对着冠希的图片说:“真是阴功,真是没有廉耻,道德沦丧。”如此人物,我想就如唐吉訶德都要甘拜下风。Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-51172192041031951382011-07-25T21:58:00.001+08:002011-07-25T21:58:37.356+08:00梦三我有一梦。<br />梦中有一男女并肩而坐。<br />“十分钟后,即是约定之时.....”她还未说完即随被他的紧紧拥抱而打断。<br />“即是最后之时为何而不尽兴?”他说道。<br />她原本毫无表情的嘴角边却出现浅浅一笑。<br />他的眼睛是闭着的,她的却是看着他背后那古老的大钟。<br />“我害怕钟。”她说。<br />“为什么?”他轻声的问到。<br />“因为吞没。我害怕流失。”她说。<br />“如此美丽的夜,你很美丽。”他轻声的说。<br />“我想起我美丽的蝴蝶们。”她闭上眼说。<br />“为何而迷?为何而醉?只为了你的美。”他柔情的说。<br />二人即随不语,只静静的相拥。<br />“人终会逝去,但美呢?”她问道。<br />“你将会如同蝴蝶的美丽般永远的被保存下去。”他轻声的说。<br />“如果我将死去那么我会如何而逝?”她问道。<br />“我相信将会是安详和宁静的睡去。”他说。<br />“谢谢你。”她说。<br />钟声突然响起。<br />她已宁静的沉睡在他的怀中。<br />他放下她,并深情的看着她那美丽的倩影。<br />“晚安我亲爱的Narcissus。祝你有个美丽的好梦。”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-26342056655709541842011-07-21T18:58:00.002+08:002011-07-26T06:37:54.254+08:00梦二昨夜,我有一梦。<br />梦中我有一梦。<br />梦中我泪流满脸,不断抽泣。<br />“你为何而哭啊?”她温柔的问道。<br />“为了已经消逝的你而哭。”我抽泣道。<br />“我不是还在你身旁吗?”她安慰道。<br />“不,梦中的你虽还在,但梦醒后你却将随我的思念而去。”我反驳她说。<br />她微笑的脸孔不语的望着我。她依然如此美丽温柔。然而看着她却使我冷静了下来。<br />“那我们在这永远的在一起,好不好?”她轻轻的抱着我说。<br />我轻轻的点头回应她的请求。<br />当我将要拥抱她时,却在梦中惊醒。<br />周围只有我,而她的倩影早已消散。眼泪早已流了下来,我却不能自控的开始抽泣。<br />“为何离我而去,为何梦中相思?让我情何以堪!”说罢走出窗门,从高跃下。<br />下跌之际,反而后悔。但已不能改变将死之事实。<br />着地之时又再惊醒。<br />原是梦中梦,不禁松一口气。<br />此梦如此真实,但却记不清梦中人是谁。留下的只有阵阵悲痛。Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-28880857244699440942011-07-21T18:57:00.000+08:002011-07-21T18:58:20.085+08:00梦一昨夜,我有一梦。<br />梦中一人抱膝坐于一室,周围却传来阵阵浓烟。<br />梦中人紧闭双眼对周围不有丝毫介意。<br />“人生就此而终吗?”他说。<br />“花始花枯,因果如是。 终日征战,杀虽无数,征服天下却终难逃相同命运。”<br />火越烧越近。他依然无动于衷。<br />“不管命运如何,尊贵如何,世事却难逃一灭。悲喜无常,天命弄人,却只死亡一视同仁。”他低声鸣唱。<br />“多少事,百年逝!夕阳一去不复返,黎明再来已不同。”<br />唱罢大喝一声,火却已吞食一切。<br />梦虽于此终,却留下庄周梦蝶之感,引梦醒之人无限感慨。Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-54983614941494298982011-07-20T21:23:00.000+08:002011-07-20T21:24:15.370+08:00I saw an angel in a very special nightI saw an angel in a very special night.<br />Christmas night, that is what we called. That night, I wandered alone in the busy street. Feeling the feel of lonesome quietness and I saw an angel singing and dancing happily.<br />That night, the beautiful lights are shining in each and every part of this busy city, and the people that lives here seems busying on forgetting the days before and celebrate this Christmas night as their new dawn of life, which that is the only reason for me to thought of for those non Christian that celebrating the Christmas.<br />I wandering alone in the night street of noises and crowds, a charming city night I suppose, for couples, but not for loner like me.<br />Somehow, when I walked along the street that is when I saw her. She was singing alone and dancing in the middle of the pathway in front of me. Suddenly I felt that the sand of time have slowed down, the ambient around have been frozen and the street lamps go dimmed. The only things left between the heaven and earth is the angel that wears white shirt with a pair of small wing painted on her back and a blue jean. It seems to me that to her, nothing else matters except the joy itself, not even the eyes of others can stop her from dancing.<br />I stood still frozenly by the existence of her. The reason I stood still is not because of she is the kind of girl that are real sexy and beautiful like a Hollywood Star like Megan Fox, no, it is not the reason. She wasn't very sexy or pretty type, yes indeed she is beautiful, but not like those girl that having a heavy makeup or trying to act sexy, noble or cute type, let say her appearance and the scene when I saw her, became a very poetic and beautiful picture that stunned me. She was beautiful in nature and there is something within her that makes up a kind of aura that moves me.<br />I started to think that I like her already. I mean, from the way she exists in the world is something that I can see meaning for this pitiful boring world. It is like in a very special night, suddenly you see an angel comes down from heaven and tells you hello and dancing and singing in front of you. <br />So, ours eyes met, and in a split second when I gaze upon her eyes I having a feeling that seems like I can feel the emotion within her. It was only pure joy.<br />And she passed by, and disappeared in the crowds while I remain stood still silently. <br />Until now, when I try to remember back that night, I will still wonder, is she a real angel or not?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-33291560108420862482010-09-03T23:51:00.001+08:002010-09-03T23:51:45.924+08:00Thought...8月29日 今天的我很悲很悲。一早起来,就一直思考那无常的酒神悲剧感的我。自从我心中流浪后,我一直不断的在思考人生的虚无。但今天却不知为何的感到那酒神式的悲哀。或许身为尼采跟随者和基督徒的我对自我式的信仰感到累了。我累不是因为我错了。我累也不是因为我迷失了。而是没有同辈的人能跟随我的思想和思考。就某种意义而言我因该是迷失了吧。Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-58741807075237155992010-09-03T23:40:00.001+08:002010-09-03T23:40:59.578+08:00~~见友人忆故人于江月夜有感,而题《残梦》昔夜回忆今日梦,惊醒欲记却朦胧。<br />昨夜对饮浸江月,却惊见雨落泪流。<br />魂牵怅恨梦萦念,凄凄惨惨又悲切。<br />啼泣无语红阑干,幽愁深思留残酒。<br />销魂醉意独憔悴,柔肠哭断几浓酒。<br />晚风吹拂人销瘦,残月江影载醉愁!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-24243004375543473222010-07-16T17:38:00.002+08:002010-07-16T17:40:22.662+08:0016 degree, the weather is cloudy and it is nice. I went to the art centre in Brisbane’s Culture Centre. There is a nice place which full of fine arts. When I saw them, I suddenly realise art is so different to different people. One master piece will lead to thousand comprehensions. Different people see different meaning from it. I wonder what the stories behind the art are. Are they crying for expressing freedom and rebellion? Or are they just describing the history and feeling of their time? <br /><br />The arts are the soul of human being. They are alive. I saw souls and emotion within them. They move by the colour and they tell by the paint. It is like stories told by the world itself. They are the motioning history itself.<br /><br />Now, it is getting colder but it is ok. I wish I can live like the art. So I can rewind back to when the motion last. The moment of beauty last. <br /><br />But, could I?<br /><br />Only God knows.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-81268204617727362772010-07-04T15:15:00.001+08:002010-07-04T15:17:40.835+08:00岁月偷闲有时,当我走在那无限的现在时,会偷偷静止时间,再感受那种孤寂感。<br /><br /><br />过往生活,去去走走般使自己迷失于浓雾之中。偶尔抬头,望见那淡淡的月光,就像在忙碌的时<br /><br />间停下并偷偷的透口气,再望下四周看看那忙碌的世界,但自身的时间仿佛停止不动。如此喘口<br /><br />气再抽离出繁忙的自己。<br /><br /><br /> 仔细想想,那瞬间,淡淡的解脱错觉,就像嘲笑着不知为何而忙的自己。这种感触像杯陈年红酒<br /><br />,得细细品尝。喝得太多会眩目酒醉,太少又不能体会到它的涩香,得先慢慢从酒香开始感受再<br /><br />想象它在酒桶里的岁月,再细细的用舌尖想象那苦涩的酸味。<br /><br /><br /> 酒,喝完了。时间,动了。是时候整装上路了。<br /><br /><br /> 是的,时间就像一场无目的地的长跑,《阿甘正传》中的阿甘就是此中好手,低潮了,跑吧!奔<br /><br />跑能把忧伤抛下。人生高峰了,再跑吧!为了再度挑战自己的可能性。<br /><br /><br /> 最后,奔奔走走,累了。停下休息,才能无悔的品尝时间这杯涩酒。酒醉无悔,来,各位干杯!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-25775040942327516932010-07-04T14:58:00.002+08:002010-07-04T15:15:16.970+08:00A story of a citySometime someplace somehow, it is so different yet familiar.<br /><br />Winter tells a story of a city of river. A story wrote by the scarlet sunset, the violet night and the enchanted moon.<br /><br />On the balcony I stood, wind blows and stars shine, it’s a tale of the foreign lonely sky. Gaze upon the scenery, only the sound of moonlight whispering.<br /><br />Only now, I see. Only now, I hear. Only now, I feel. It is just another lonely chapter of the tale from bluest dark sky.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-65152795084810289752010-06-08T01:04:00.001+08:002010-06-08T23:05:46.864+08:00Smooth Operator(lyric)~~SadeHe's laughing with another girl <br />And playing with another heart. <br />Placing high stakes, making hearts ache. <br />He's loved in seven languages. <br />Diamond nights and ruby lights, high in the sky. <br />Heaven help him, when he falls. <br /><br />Diamond life, lover boy. <br />We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy. <br />City lights and business nights. <br />When you require streetcar desire for higher heights. <br /><br />No place for beginners or sensitive hearts <br />When sentiment is left to chance. <br />No place to be ending but somewhere to start. <br /><br />No need to ask. <br />He's a smooth operator, <br />smooth operator, <br />smooth operator, <br />smooth operator. <br /><br />Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male. <br />Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale. <br /><br />Face to face, each classic case. <br />We shadow box and double cross, <br />Yet need the chase. <br /><br />A license to love, insurance to hold. <br />Melts all your memories and change into gold. <br />His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold. <br /><br />No need to ask. <br />He's a smooth operator, <br />smooth operator, <br />smooth operator, <br />smooth operator. <br /><br />Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male. <br />Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale. <br /><br />Smooth operator, <br />smooth operator, <br />smooth operator, <br />smooth operator, <br />smooth operator... <br /><br />--- extra --- <br />He's laughing with another girl <br />And playing with another heart. <br />Placing high stakes, making hearts ache. <br />He's loved in seven languages. <br />Diamond nights and ruby lights, high in the sky. <br />Heaven help him, when he falls.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-90616120677384578822010-06-08T01:00:00.004+08:002010-06-08T23:06:18.717+08:00I.V.(lyric)~~X JapanNeedles are piercing through my skin<br />I'll tell you the feeling what it's like<br />Is life just all about deception?<br /><br />Please don't be a part of a fairy tale,<br />but you're so young to play with thy own will<br />Should I trade the breath of my life for freedom?<br /><br />(In the rain) I'm calling you, dear<br />(To find the way) Can't you see me standing right here?<br />(Feel my pain) Life's bleeding from fear<br />(To find its way) I will give it straight from my vein<br /><br />Needles are piercing through my skin<br />I don't fear the fucking life<br /><br />This never meant I can't sit by<br />They say as if it takes me somewhere<br />Just let me swallow the faith by injection<br />Life better be rushing to my head, my love<br /><br />I've played with this game before to find a piece of my true self!<br />I'm lost within!<br /><br />(In the rain) I'm calling you, dear<br />(To find the way) Can't you see me standing right here?<br />(Feel my pain) Life's bleeding from fear<br />(To find its way) I will give it straight from my vein<br /><br />I'm feeling my pain<br />Do you feel where it's been<br />Can you strip with the history of the world,<br />when it's sad part of life?<br />Cannot set the shadows fade,<br />forever fades away<br /><br />I'm calling you, dear.<br />Can't you see me standing right here?<br />Life's bleeding from fear.<br />I'll give it straight from my vein.<br /><br />(In the rain) I'm calling you, dear<br />(To find the way) Can't you see me standing right here?<br />(Feel my pain) Life's bleeding from fear<br />(To find its way) I will give it straight from my veinUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-23020507406120327752010-06-08T00:36:00.002+08:002010-06-08T00:41:04.354+08:00Romance in redParadigm,那是种什么样的意思。有时,太 paradigm 是种很悲哀的故事。一个男人,太普通,太平俗,对女人是种灾害,也是种不幸,只因他们是木头,是石头。<br /><br /> 无法和太 Paradigm 的男人浪漫,只因他们太 Paradigm ,他们不知美景的珍贵,更没有如《倾城佳话》中的 Nicolas Cage 和穿红色晚服的 Bridget Fonda 相聚于餐馆共舞的那份情调。<br /><br /> 那一幕, Bridget Fonda 的淡淡笑容,红艳的晚服,彼此之间许下的承诺就如一杯香醇的香宾,甜甜的香气,盖过了那醉人的酒精,加上一曲爵士舞曲,令我想起了Chris de Burgh 的 The Lady in Red。这一些是迷幻的轻音乐,也是种令人欲罢不能的麻药。而能主导舞曲进行的,想必只有那迷人的 Casanova 而已。Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-29511442429752008652010-06-07T22:53:00.003+08:002010-06-07T22:58:29.375+08:00La Vie en Rose那是一种阶段,是一种新的思想境界和格局。那淡淡的对俗气厌恶的感觉,体会像夜晚和黄昏之间的紫霞般唯美的感动,和太多像爱琴海的浪漫动感。<br /><br /> 偶尔,听见了俗气的歌会摇头, 但听见了那些经岁月与沧桑洗礼的歌声, 那沙哑却美妙的歌喉如 Julie London 的爵士灵魂,却会细细的体会那 smoky 的美。在那时,歌就是一个故事的形容词了。<br /><br /> 那是,一种提早的分水岭。在此时我已是浪漫人生的游牧者,只被那La Vie en Rose的美所感动,无他,只为那朵它,那沧桑的玫瑰人生。Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-7361543096739740502010-05-31T05:53:00.001+08:002010-06-08T23:07:07.312+08:00Blue Moon(lyric)~~The MavericksBlue moon...Without a love of my own<br /><br />Blue moon<br />Is someone standing alone?<br />Without a dream in my heart<br />Without a love of my own<br /><br />Blue moon<br />You're just what I was there for<br />You heard me saying a prayer for<br />Someone I really could care for<br /><br />Without a love of my own<br /><br />Blue moon<br />Is someone standing alone?<br />Without a dream in my heart<br />Without a love of my own<br /><br />Without a love of my own<br /><br />Blue moon...Without a love of my own<br /><br />La luna...Esta en el cielo..<br />Con todas las estrellas..<br />Riendo muy remenante?<br /><br />Without a love of my own<br />Blue moon<br />Without a love of my ownUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017479886099035020.post-62121774783082543512010-05-31T05:51:00.001+08:002010-06-08T23:07:33.154+08:00Jade(lyric)~~X JapanRoam through the life to find a shadow<br />The flame of light, feel it disappear<br />Sank to the darkness in it’s end<br />Was it your secret?<br /><br />Stop holding your fear<br />Let memory regret, die alone<br />Oh will you be there,<br />There shows you how it’s free, ’till you feel alive<br /><br />‘Cause you are beautiful, your scars are beautiful, Like the jade<br />You’ll still shine, when you sink into the sea<br />When all the bleeding scarlet jealousy goes away with me<br /><br /><br />Make dawn of mind without the night, looking through the eyes of fallen angels<br />Sink like a stone into the dark where no light can touch<br />Then go back my vault, I’ll be in mystery<br />Tries to take me alone to the end of the world<br />Where I still believe, Jade<br /><br />Hold your light ‘Cause you are beautiful<br />Your glow was beautiful, yesterday<br />I still hide, at the scene of memories<br />Oh I still hold my rosary beneath the way of life<br />Will you feel where the bloody face of love to break away, escape<br />Flows like the stars of the sky<br />Walk in the ocean out of mind<br />Makes me wanna die together as heaven<br /><br />Ah, another day has come, another self has gone to the flame<br />It’s burning love<br />自分で切り裂いた 胸の傷跡さえ 美麗になる 迄<br /><br />‘Cause you are beautiful, your scars are beautiful like the jade<br />You’ll still shine, when you sink into the sea<br />While all the bleeding scarlet jealousy goes away with…<br />Our love forever, You’ll believe, Leave your mystery, In your heart<br />My JadeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0