風中微塵 Dust in the wind

I've come across some old songs recently in Youtube. Have to admit, I initially took a playful attempt to test out how good the Youtube was. Deeply amazed by its musical charisma, I finally spent a whole night to try out any songs I could possibly remember of. Thanks to Internet! It does always surprise me. I am now overwhelmingly convinced by its almightiness. I glanced through Wikipedia the background information of the songs, while at the same time I checked out the lyrics of the songs word by word, line by line, in a starving manner.


At a point in our youthful days, there happened that some tunes of music lingering in our ears. They are easy to catch up, the melody, the refrain or the lyrics, don't know... there must be something in the songs that have arrested our ears and mellowed our memory, yet somehow, ironically, we didn't fully understand what the songs were talking about. Years are rolling by, they may have been put into a hutch, long forgotten. Yet, by incident, they snake into our ears and stir up our memories again. Intriguingly mellowed with our life experience all these years, these songs render us a new perspective, through which, I suppose, we could observe better the world we are living in.

風中微塵

Dust in the wind -Kansas / 中譯: Zamu

I close my eyes

閉上眼睛

Only for a moment and the moment's gone
點滴回憶出現 瞬間無影踪

All my dreams

我的夢

Pass before my eyes in curiosity

莫名的飄過，留影眼眸中

Dust in the wind

人間一切

All they are is dust in the wind

輕飄飄如 風中塵煙

Same old song

碎心曲

Just a drop of water in an endless sea

是無邊 的 大海 微小一水點

All we do crumbles to the ground

人世間 眼淚和笑容

Though we refuse to see

把 我 心情來牽

Dust in the wind

不要回首

All we are dust in the wind

一切仿如春花秋月

(Instrument)

Don't hang on

不瞎想

Nothing lasts forever

萬物不是永恆

but the earth and sky

除了地和天

It slips away

時 光流

All your money won't another minute buy

一分一秒 縱有金錢 不能帶走

Dust in the wind

不要執著

All we are is dust in the wind

人間一切 是鏡花水月

Dust in the wind

前塵往事

Everything is dust in the wind

風塵水月歸於何處

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Age mellowed a person

Met some friends this afternoon.

Excellent gathering indeed. We have been friends for many years but somehow we lost contact for a long time. I never thought we would come together again. But who knows that when time is ripe, things can happen in an unexpected but positive way.

Our friendship started when we were very young. It is really nice because it is sort of friendship without any shrewd and calculating motives. Admittedly, we were not particular close when we were young. Despite this, time mellowed our youthful temper.

Time has made us more seasoned and sophisticated. Now we have more stories to tell, more topics to discuss with.... Jokingly but unwillingly, I am more and more convinced that this is the best reason to get......O - L - D.

Every single photo represents a split second of life

Feel great after having two videos done. They are made up of photos taken in the past, many of them should have been trashed long time ago. Strange, I am still keeping them. May be I have forgotten them actually. Quality wise, they are either out-of-focused or... the composition is just not right. In short, they did not please me then.

They have been long-forgotten and deserted. Despite this, they are still invaluable fragments of memories. Now put together, they become a mosaic of my life experience in the past. The videos are done too. I can't help watching them again and again. All these supposed-to-be-discarded photos get their place now, more importantly, they get their soul now. Every single photo represents a split second of life, no matter if it is blurred or what, it still carries weight.

Nostalgic...

It happens to be a nostalgic feel creeping into the deepest part of my heart. It is nothing but an urge of compulsiveness that always drives me back to the neighbourhood that I spent my childhood.

Taking photos, walking around, all these turn out to be part of the ceremonial routine. Right, it is a pilgrimage I make to seek sort of internal peace deep in my heart. Time flies. My memories of the old neighbourhood become patchy.

What I could possibly do is to let my own imagination reach out to the far end of the time tunnel and...take a momentary hold of the past with the help of the surroundings that have survived the tide of urban renewal in the 80s. The buildings I was familiar with are no longer there. Feeling sad ? A little bit, really......Have to admit, that's LIFE......