The Places with past memories

 

The Corrs - Old Town

The girl's a fool, 

she broke the rules, she hurt him hard

This time he will break down

She's lost his trust and so she must know all is lost

The system has broke down

Romance has broke down

This boy is cracking up

This boy has broken down

This boy is cracking up

This boy has broke down

She plays it hard, she plays it tough

But that's enough, the love is over

She's broke his heart and that is rough

But in the end he'll soon recover

The romance is over

This boy is cracking up

This boy has broken down, yeah yeah

This boy is cracking up

This boy has broke down

This boy is cracking up

This boy has broken down, yah, yah, ha

This boy is cracking up

This boy has broke down

I've been spending my money in the old town

It's not the same honey, with you not around

I've been spending my time in the old town

I sure miss you honey, when you're not around

When you're not around this old town

Ola

This boy is cracking up

This boy has broken down, hehehe yeah

This boy is cracking up

This boy has broke down

This boy is cracking up

This boy has broken down, ha yhaha

This boy is cracking up

This boy has broke down

Occasional Loneliness

When occasional loneliness comes upon me, 

I need to manage it 

to avoid succumbing to depression. 

So, I always reach out to find 

something or someone to engage with 

to create a feeling of non-loneliness, 

such as going to watch an action movie. 

Sometimes, I will find a friend 

to have a drink or yum cha. 

It often happens that the friend 

who comes to meet me tells me that 

he is experiencing occasional loneliness, 

and he is very happy that 

I came to his rescue at the right time 

to create a feeling of non-loneliness for him.

Mree - Kiki's Song

Up in the clouds, 

I am free, I am open

The start of a life on my own 

(on my own)

Way down below, little town full of people

People that I'd like to know

With a peck on the cheek and 

a bag full of pastries

The goodies I bring on the bend

One last goodbye and 

a turn to my family

All waving like birds on the fence

Oh, I make my way down 

with a smile to the market

Saying, "Good morning, good day"

But oh, when I wake up alone, 

there are tears on my pillow

No use in dreaming today

But I'm wild (I am wild), 

I am free (I am free)

Like a fire in the dark, 

I am turning the key

And in time (and in time), 

I will see (I will see)

I have everything I want, 

I have all that I need

Like a leaf in summer dreams

I'm floating back to you

Oh, lay with me in melodies

All humming back for you

Oh, like a leaf in summer dreams

I'm floating back to you

Oh, lay with me in melodies

All humming back for you

Oh, like a leaf in summer dreams

I'm floating back to you

Oh, lay with me in melodies

All humming back for you

A Story Without Ending

Every story must end,
yet not every story has a true ending.

川崎鷹也-エンドロール

嗚嗚嗚啊啊嗚嗚嗚啊啊

故事的結尾，

意想不到的事情正在等待著，

而這個故事的走向，

就像片尾字幕一樣，

似乎永無止境。

我喜歡你平常的笑聲，

喜歡你抽煙的樣子，

喜歡你略顯成熟的表情，

喜歡你的一切，

啊，我喜歡，啊。

但你身邊卻有人在笑。

這不像亞當和夏娃，

這是一個有點悲傷的故事，

一段我無法忘記的回憶。

這個故事的主角永遠不會被辜負。

故事的其餘部分並非從我的視角出發，

所以我沒有足夠的力量放棄，

繼續前進。

我越想，它就越是洶湧澎湃，

越是崩潰。

但我無法恨你，這令人沮喪，

我想我永遠無法成為一個堅強的女主角。

這是一個有點悲傷的故事，

一段我不想忘記的回憶。 

「我愛你。」

我愛你，啊，我愛你，啊，

但你身邊卻有人在笑。

這不像亞當和夏娃，

這是一個有點悲傷的故事，

一段我無法忘記的記憶，

一首我無法演奏的旋律。

 

Early Morning vs Late Night

Usually, I sleep around 10 to 11 pm 

at night and 

wake up around 4 to 5 am 

in the early “morning” (早睡晨起）.

But recently, I find that I am, in fact, 

waking up around 4 to 5 am 

at “night” (早睡夜起）.

My state of mind around 4 to 5 am is 

a nighttime state of mind rather than 

a morning state of mind.

For me, the creativity in 

my nighttime state of mind 

is very different from 

the creativity in 

my morning state of mind, 

which I have recently discovered from 

the output of my creative works 

made during this period of time.

南拳媽媽 - 夜鐘

作詞：林理惠 作曲：宇豪

瞳孔中的衣袖 

伸出了你的手 

冰冷的無法形容 

追逐的畫面中 

你憂傷的笑容 

幸福卻擦身而走

越是夜幕低垂 

鐘擺就擺盪的越是低迴

不願意回想的從前就延伸到

對街三樓的空房間

時間直逼十二的臨界點 

好不容易我把思緒拉回

是什麼人想喚起什麼樣的從前 

我微微的闔上眼

瞳孔中的衣袖 

伸出了你的手

 冰冷的無法形容 

追逐的畫面中 

你憂傷的笑容 

幸福卻擦身而走

我看見了你的臉 

你就是笑那麼微甜

頭髮隱藏的背後刻著一道傷痕 

我還是無法理解

牽著你的手走在已經荒癈的第三條街

我想起了你是誰 

未完成的從前 

隨夜鐘消逝不見

瞳孔中的衣袖 

伸出了你的手 

冰冷的無法形容 

追逐的畫面中 

你憂傷的笑容 

幸福卻擦身而走

瞳孔中的衣袖 

伸出了你的手 

冰冷的無法形容 

追逐的畫面中 

你憂傷的笑容 

幸福卻擦身而走

瞳孔中的衣袖 

伸出了你的手

冰冷的無法形容

追逐的畫面中 

你憂傷的笑容 

幸福卻擦身而走

瞳孔中的衣袖 

伸出了你的手 

冰冷的無法形容

我看見了你的臉 

你就是笑的那麼微甜 

頭髮隱藏的背後刻著一道傷痕

我還是無法理解 

不願意回想從前 

不願意回想從前 

就延伸到對街不見

追逐的畫面中 

你憂傷的笑容 

幸福卻擦身而走

牽著你的手走在荒癈三條街 

我想起了你是誰 

未完成的從前

還是無法理解 

隨夜鐘消逝不見 

想喚起從前 

就只好微微的闔上眼

The First Love 40 Years Ago

If your first love began when you were about 15, 

you would be about 55 when 

you met that first love again, forty years later.

If your first love began when you were about 25, 

you would be about 65 when 

you met that first love again, forty years later.

If your first love began when you were about 35, 

you would be about 75 

when you met that first love again, forty years later.

Would you still remember the details of those days 

of roses, poetry, and prose you shared?

____

Tom Writs - Martha

Operator, number please

It's been so many years

Will she remember my old voice

While I fight the tears?

Hello, hello there, is this Martha?

This is old Tom Frost

And I am calling long distance

Don't worry 'bout the cost

'Cause it's been 40 years or more

Now, Martha, please recall

Meet me out for coffee

Where we'll talk about it all

And those were the days of 

roses, poetry and prose

And, Martha, all I had was you, 

and all you had was me

There was no tomorrows, 

we'd packed away our sorrows

And we saved them for a rainy day

And I feel so much older now

And you're much older too

How's your husband and how's the kids?

You know that I got married too?

Lucky that you found someone

To make you feel secure

'Cause we were all so young and foolish

Now we are mature

And those were the days of r

oses, poetry and prose

And, Martha, all I had was you, 

and all you had was me

There was no tomorrows, 

we'd packed away our sorrows

And we saved them for a rainy day

And I was always so impulsive

I guess that I still am

And all that really mattered then

Was that I was a man

I guess that our being together

Was never meant to be

And Martha, Martha

I love you, can't you see?

And those were the days of 

roses, poetry and prose

And, Martha, all I had was you, 

and all you had was me

There was no tomorrows, 

we'd packed away our sorrows

And we saved them for a rainy day

And I remember quiet evenings

Trembling close to you

Dreaming for summer in winter

In a hot summer,

I hope for winter.

In a cold winter,

I hope for summer.

The Mammas & The Papas - California Dreaming

All the leaves are brown 

(all the leaves are brown)

And the sky is gray

 (and the sky is gray)

I've been for a walk 

(I've been for a walk)

On a winter's day 

(on a winter's day)

I'd be safe and warm 

(I'd be safe and warm)

If I was in LA 

(if I was in LA)

California dreamin'

 (California dreamin')

On such a winter's day

Stopped into a church

I passed along the way

Well, I got down on my knees

 (got down on my knees)

And I pretend to pray

 (I pretend to pray)

You know the preacher like the cold

 (preacher like the cold)

He knows I'm gonna stay 

(knows I'm gonna stay)

California dreamin'

 (California dreamin')

On such a winter's day

All the leaves are brown

 (all the leaves are brown)

And the sky is gray

 (and the sky is gray)

I've been for a walk 

(I've been for a walk)

On a winter's day 

(on a winter's day)

If I didn't tell her 

(if I didn't tell her)

I could leave today 

(I could leave today)

California dreamin' 

(California dreamin')

On such a winter's day

 (California dreamin')

On such a winter's day 

(California dreamin')

On such a winter's day

Time Passage

2025 runs too short and its days too fast

Looking for 2026,

hopefully,

2026 runs longer and its days slower,

fruitfully.

It was late in December, 

the sky turned to snow

All round the day was going down slow

Night like a river beginning to flow

I felt the beat of my mind go

Drifting into time passages

Years go falling in the fading light

Time passages

Buy me a ticket 

on the last train home tonight

Well I'm not the kind to live in the past

The years run too short and the days too fast

The things you lean on are the thing

s that don't last

Well it's just now and then 

my line gets cast into these

Time passages

There's something back here that 

you left behind

Oh time passages

Buy me a ticket 

on the last train home tonight

Hear the echoes and 

feel yourself starting to turn

Don't know why you should feel

That there's something to learn

It's just a game that you play

Well the picture is changing

Now you're part of a crowd

They're laughing at something

And the music's loud

A girl comes towards you

You once used to know

You reach out your hand

But you're all alone, in these

Time passages

I know you're in there, 

you're just out of sight

Time passages

Buy me a ticket 

on the last train home tonight

Seeking a Hideaway

Sometimes, I need to seek a hideaway,

just like hiding in a room in a hotel,

where the light of day is curtained and 

thus it doesn't touch my faces, 

with a door sign keeping 

the world away

behind the shades of my silent day.

For what？

for calmness and quietness 

to clear the mind occassionally.

 Al Stewart - Broadway Hotel

You told the man 

in the Broadway Hotel

Nothing was stranger than 

being yourself

And he replied, 

with a tear in his eye

Love was a rollaway

Just a cajole away

Mist on a summer's day

Nothing was clear

Love was a smile away

Just a defile away

I sought it every way

No-one came near

You asked the man for 

a room with a view

Nothing was said as 

he stared at his shoe

Then he replied as 

he gave you the key

Love was a rollaway

Just an unfold away

That's all there is to say

No-one came near

Alone in your room you hide

As the night rolls by

In the street outside

And you feel over the words he said

Till they turn to rain 

all around your head

You're seeking a hideaway

Where the light of day

Doesn't touch your face

And a door-sign keeps 

the world away

Behind the shades

Of your silent day.

You made your home 

in the Broadway Hotel

Room service came 

at the push of a bell

And the man said as 

he put down the tray

Love was a stealaway

Just a reveal away

I tried to find a waycame

Nothing was clear

Then as he turned away

You asked the man to stay

He was there all the day

No one came near