Tu me manques, tous les jours, tous les soirs
我把你的名字
栽種在一株李樹下
讓枝葉伸展
向天空表白
我無從訴說的愛
Je vais traverser la rue pour te retrouver
你給的功課
我都做完了
學會了
如何撒嬌
如何獨自睡覺
如何點煙
如何和不相識的人聊天
如何離去 不驚動任何人
Je me souviens de toi, comme ca.
我記得一些周日的早上
我記得一些醒來的感覺
我記得一些城市的清晨
我記得你長長的眼睫毛
我記得他安靜的呼吸聲
我記得對街樓房的光線
我記得陽台上的灰鴿子
我記得深夜的便利商店
我記得戲院裡你的側影
我記得
我怕我將不記得
torsdag den 11. juni 2009
søndag den 7. juni 2009
lørdag den 6. juni 2009
Fate
It's 3rd August again.
How could I forget, on that 3rd August two years ago,
I was flying towards you.
Thousand miles, from my beloved home,
to your sweetland.
It's 3rd August again.
This time I am also flying towards you,
only hundred miles,
across the small channel.
Such a beautiful memorable coincidence,
the same date, the same reason, the same man.
This time I'm not flying to icy cold north,
but you, the naughty funky seagull,
fly to the warm southeast for this magical summer.
Jeg savner dig rigtigt meget, bare vil se dig igen.
How could I forget, on that 3rd August two years ago,
I was flying towards you.
Thousand miles, from my beloved home,
to your sweetland.
It's 3rd August again.
This time I am also flying towards you,
only hundred miles,
across the small channel.
Such a beautiful memorable coincidence,
the same date, the same reason, the same man.
This time I'm not flying to icy cold north,
but you, the naughty funky seagull,
fly to the warm southeast for this magical summer.
Jeg savner dig rigtigt meget, bare vil se dig igen.
Linger
I sometimes ignore some people,
whom I don't think will ever talk to again.
Some guy called today.
Last time we had nice time together,
was like a month ago.
I can't even remember his voice and name.
Ludvig called again.
He's been trying to reach me for 2 weeks,
everyday, every second when he sees me.
I wonder why these people linger
on a stranger,
on a memory,
that once appeared in their lives.
Shouldn't people just move on?
We all know it's just an episode.
whom I don't think will ever talk to again.
Some guy called today.
Last time we had nice time together,
was like a month ago.
I can't even remember his voice and name.
Ludvig called again.
He's been trying to reach me for 2 weeks,
everyday, every second when he sees me.
I wonder why these people linger
on a stranger,
on a memory,
that once appeared in their lives.
Shouldn't people just move on?
We all know it's just an episode.
torsdag den 4. juni 2009
Candle-light Vigil
Candles are flicking and sparkling, lightening up the gloomy darkness.
With thousands of passionate hearts and angry roars,
we, hongkongers, made another episode of history.
They have not been alone for 20 years.
Packed with sweat, flocking to the metro.
Ran into Long Hair, a little sweet memory.
onsdag den 3. juni 2009
Dream
had a dream last night,
want to write it down, before my memory is gone.
He's German.
He had blonde and messy hair, and
the dirty yellow t-shirt.
He currently stayed in Sino in MK,
and he's my guest.
We dined with two koeran girls, even though
they didn't look like koeran, or asian at all.
One of them left the camera at the restaurant,
but I was there to pick it up.
They went into an accessary shop, looking for hair clips.
German and I waited outside,
we started to talk about ourselves.
He spent 4 days on train, because he was misled.
He wanted to go from FoTan to somewhere.
That restaurant was famous for its location,
because all the musicians came down here.
And there were many music stores,
or musical-related stores nearby.
I take my orange backpack,
now I wake up.
want to write it down, before my memory is gone.
He's German.
He had blonde and messy hair, and
the dirty yellow t-shirt.
He currently stayed in Sino in MK,
and he's my guest.
We dined with two koeran girls, even though
they didn't look like koeran, or asian at all.
One of them left the camera at the restaurant,
but I was there to pick it up.
They went into an accessary shop, looking for hair clips.
German and I waited outside,
we started to talk about ourselves.
He spent 4 days on train, because he was misled.
He wanted to go from FoTan to somewhere.
That restaurant was famous for its location,
because all the musicians came down here.
And there were many music stores,
or musical-related stores nearby.
I take my orange backpack,
now I wake up.
mandag den 1. juni 2009
tear, tears
they were torn apart,
tears welled up in my eyes.
Every teenager, with a big heart, vented their passion and anger,
and eventually paid their own lives.
Who hasn't been bold and crazy in youth?
Youth is an excuse, and a reason, for us
to action,
to rebel,
to clarify,
what the hearts really think.
Youth only sparkles once.
tears welled up in my eyes.
Every teenager, with a big heart, vented their passion and anger,
and eventually paid their own lives.
Who hasn't been bold and crazy in youth?
Youth is an excuse, and a reason, for us
to action,
to rebel,
to clarify,
what the hearts really think.
Youth only sparkles once.
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