最美的不是下雨天 . . .
是曾与你躲过雨的午夜
说过的话语 做过的事情
眨个眼我们个分东西
眨个眼我们个分东西
回忆的画面 . . .
感动了心灵的最深处
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Vocals: Scott Matthew
Music: Yoko Kanno (菅野よう子)
Album: 攻殻機動隊 STAND ALONE COMPLEX~be Human
I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough
100 percentile no errors no miss
I synchronize and I specialize and I classify so much
Don’t worry ’bout dreaming because I don’t sleep –
I wish I could at least 30 percent
Maybe 50 for pleasure then skip all the rest
If I only was more human
If I only was more human
I would count every single second the rest of my life
If I just could be more human
I’d have so many little babies and maybe a wife
I’d roll around in mud and have lots of fun then when I was done
I’d roll around in mud and have lots of fun then when I was done
Build bubblebath towers and swim in the tub
Sand Castles on the beach, frolick in the sea, get a broken knee
Be scared of the dark and I’d sing out of key
Curse when I lost a fight, kiss and reunite, scratch a spider’s bite
Curse when I lost a fight, kiss and reunite, scratch a spider’s bite
Be happy with wrinkles I got when I smile
Pet kittens ’till they purred, maybe keep a bird, always keep my word
I’d cry at sad movies and laugh ’till it hurt
I’d buy a big bike, I’d ride by the lake
And I’d have lots of friends and I’d stay out too late
If I could just be more human
I would see every little thing with a gleam in my eye
If only I was more human
I’d embrace every single feeling that came in my life
Would I care and be forgiving?
Would I be sentimental and would I feel loneliness?
Would I doubt and have misgivings?
Would I doubt and have misgivings?
Would I cause someone sorrow too? Would I know what to do?
Will I cry when its all over?
When I die will I see Heaven?
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
Saturday, April 29, 2006
A long time ago, there was an Emperor who told his horseman that if he could ride on his horse and cover as much land area as he likes, then the Emperor would give him the area of land he has covered.
Sure enough, the horseman quickly jumped onto his horse and rode as fast as possible to cover as much land area as he could. He kept on riding and riding, whipping the horse to go as fast as possible. When he was hungry or tired, he did not stop because he wanted to cover as much area as possible.
Came to a point when he had covered a substantial area and he was exhausted and was dying. Then he asked himself, "Why did I push myself so hard to cover so much land area? Now I am dying and I only need a very small area to bury myself."
The above story is similar with the journey of our Life. We push very hard everyday to make more money, to gain power and recognition. We neglect our health , time with our family and to appreciate the surrounding beauty and the hobbies we love.
One day when we look back , we will realize that we don't really need that much, but then we cannot turn back time for what we have missed.
Life is not about making money, acquiring power or recognition . Life is definitely not about work! Work is only necessary to keep us living so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life. Life is a balance of Work and Play, Family and Personal time. You have to decide how you want to balance your Life. Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts. Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life, the whole aim of human existence.
So, take it easy, do what you want to do and appreciate nature.
Sure enough, the horseman quickly jumped onto his horse and rode as fast as possible to cover as much land area as he could. He kept on riding and riding, whipping the horse to go as fast as possible. When he was hungry or tired, he did not stop because he wanted to cover as much area as possible.
Came to a point when he had covered a substantial area and he was exhausted and was dying. Then he asked himself, "Why did I push myself so hard to cover so much land area? Now I am dying and I only need a very small area to bury myself."
The above story is similar with the journey of our Life. We push very hard everyday to make more money, to gain power and recognition. We neglect our health , time with our family and to appreciate the surrounding beauty and the hobbies we love.
One day when we look back , we will realize that we don't really need that much, but then we cannot turn back time for what we have missed.
Life is not about making money, acquiring power or recognition . Life is definitely not about work! Work is only necessary to keep us living so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life. Life is a balance of Work and Play, Family and Personal time. You have to decide how you want to balance your Life. Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts. Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life, the whole aim of human existence.
So, take it easy, do what you want to do and appreciate nature.
Life is fragile, Life is short.
Do not take Life for granted.
Live a balanced lifestyle and enjoy Life!
Watch your thoughts ; they become words.
Watch your words ; they become actions.
Watch your actions ; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character .
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny .
Watch your thoughts ; they become words.
Watch your words ; they become actions.
Watch your actions ; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character .
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny .
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Saturday, November 05, 2005
一群嗜血的蚂蚁被腐肉所吸引
'我面无表情看孤独的风景
失去你爱恨开始分明
失去你还有什黱事好关心
当鸽子不再象徵和平
我终於被提醒
广场上餵食的是秃鹰
我用漂亮的押韵
形容被掠夺一空的爱情'
啊乌云开始遮蔽夜色不乾净
公园里葬礼的回音在漫天飞行
送你的白色玫瑰
在纯黑的环境凋零
乌鸦在树枝上诡异的很安静
静静听我黑色的大衣
想温暖你日渐冰冷的回忆
走过的走过的生命
啊四周弥漫雾气
我在空旷的墓地
'老去後还爱你'
为你弹奏萧邦的夜曲
纪念我死去的爱情
'跟夜风一样的声音
心碎的很好听'
手在键盘敲很轻
'我给的思念很小心'
你埋葬的地方叫幽冥
为你弹奏萧邦的夜曲
纪念我死去的爱情
而我为你隐姓埋名
在月光下弹琴
'对你心跳的感应还是如此温热亲近'
怀念你那鲜红的唇印
'那些断翅的蜻蜓散落在这森林
而我的眼睛没有丝毫同情
失去你泪水混浊不清
失去你我连笑容都有阴影
风在长满青苔的屋顶
嘲笑我的伤心'
像一口没有水的枯井
我用凄美的字型
描绘後悔莫及的那爱情
为你弹奏萧邦的夜曲
纪念我死去的爱情
'跟夜风一样的声音
心碎的很好听'
手在键盘敲很轻
'我给的思念很小心'
你埋葬的地方叫幽冥
为你弹奏萧邦的夜曲
纪念我死去的爱情
而我为你隐姓埋名在月光下弹琴
'对你心跳的感应还是如此温热亲近'
怀念你那鲜红的唇印
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Sunday, August 21, 2005
TAKE ONE STORY, viewed from two different angles.
Take a rainy Sunday morning in July, in the late 1920s, when Eddie and his friends are tossing a baseball Eddie got for his birthday nearly a year ago. Take a moment when that ball flies over Eddie's head and out into the street. Eddie, wearing tawny pants and a wool cap, chases after it, and runs in front of an automobile, a Ford Model A. the car screeches, veers and just misses him. He shivers, exhales, get the ball, and races back to his friends. The game soon ends and the children run to the arcade to play.
Now take that same story from a different angle. A man is behind the wheel of a Ford Model A, which he has borrowed from a friend to practise his driving. The road is wet from the morning rain. Suddenly, a baseball bounces across the street, and a boy comes racing after it. The driver slams on the brakes and yanks the wheel. the car skids, the tires screech.
The man somehow regains control, and the Model A rolls on. The child has disappeared in the rearview mirror, but the man's body is still affected, thinking of how close he came to tradegy. The jolt of adrenaline has forced his heart to pump furiously and this heart is not a strong one and the pumping leaves him drained. The man feels dizzy and his head drops momentarily. His automobile nearly collides with another. The second driver honks, the man veers again, spinning the wheel, pushing on the brake pedal. He skids along an avenue then turns down an alley. His vehicle rolls until it collides with the rear of a parked truck. There is a small crashing noise. The headlights shatter. The impact smacks the man in the steering wheel. His forehead bleeds. He steps from the Model A, sees the damage, then collapses onto the wet pavement. His arm throbs. His chest hurts. It is Sunday morning. The alley is empty. He remains there, unnoticed, slumped against the side of the car. The blood from his coronary arteries no longer flows to his heart. An hour passes. A policeman finds him. A medical examiner pronounces him dead. The cause of death is listed as ''heart attack''. There are no known relatives.
Take one story, viewed from two different angles. It is the same day, the same moment, but one angle ends happily, at an arcade, and the other ends badly, in a city morgue.
~Mitch Albom: the five people you meet in heaven~
Take a rainy Sunday morning in July, in the late 1920s, when Eddie and his friends are tossing a baseball Eddie got for his birthday nearly a year ago. Take a moment when that ball flies over Eddie's head and out into the street. Eddie, wearing tawny pants and a wool cap, chases after it, and runs in front of an automobile, a Ford Model A. the car screeches, veers and just misses him. He shivers, exhales, get the ball, and races back to his friends. The game soon ends and the children run to the arcade to play.
Now take that same story from a different angle. A man is behind the wheel of a Ford Model A, which he has borrowed from a friend to practise his driving. The road is wet from the morning rain. Suddenly, a baseball bounces across the street, and a boy comes racing after it. The driver slams on the brakes and yanks the wheel. the car skids, the tires screech.
The man somehow regains control, and the Model A rolls on. The child has disappeared in the rearview mirror, but the man's body is still affected, thinking of how close he came to tradegy. The jolt of adrenaline has forced his heart to pump furiously and this heart is not a strong one and the pumping leaves him drained. The man feels dizzy and his head drops momentarily. His automobile nearly collides with another. The second driver honks, the man veers again, spinning the wheel, pushing on the brake pedal. He skids along an avenue then turns down an alley. His vehicle rolls until it collides with the rear of a parked truck. There is a small crashing noise. The headlights shatter. The impact smacks the man in the steering wheel. His forehead bleeds. He steps from the Model A, sees the damage, then collapses onto the wet pavement. His arm throbs. His chest hurts. It is Sunday morning. The alley is empty. He remains there, unnoticed, slumped against the side of the car. The blood from his coronary arteries no longer flows to his heart. An hour passes. A policeman finds him. A medical examiner pronounces him dead. The cause of death is listed as ''heart attack''. There are no known relatives.
Take one story, viewed from two different angles. It is the same day, the same moment, but one angle ends happily, at an arcade, and the other ends badly, in a city morgue.
~Mitch Albom: the five people you meet in heaven~
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