Don't speak, it speaks

When a relationship is to be broken, 

a perfectionlist will express clearly so that 

there is a clear ending for the relationship. 

Such a clear expression is 

good to the perfectionist, 

it can release his emotional burden, 

but it will in reverse add even greater 

emotional burden on the other if 

the other is not equally a perfectionist. 

If a relationship is to be broken, 

there will be another way 

to end the relationship: 

Don't speak, 

just leave gradually and quietly. 

It speaks.

No Doubt - Don't Speak

You and me, we used to be together

Every day together, always

I really feel that I'm losin' my best friend

I can't believe this could be the end

It looks as though you're lettin' go

And if it's real, well, I don't want to know

Don't speak, I know just what you're sayin'

So please stop explainin'

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Don't speak, I know what you're thinkin'

I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Our memories, well, they can be inviting

But some are altogether mighty frightening

As we die, both you and I

With my head in my hands, I sit and cry

Don't speak, I know just what you're sayin'

So please stop explainin'

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts, no, no, no

Don't speak, I know what you're thinkin'

And I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

It's all ending

We gotta stop pretending

Who we are

You and me

I can see us dyin'

Aren't we?

Don't speak, I know just what you're sayin'

So please stop explainin'

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

No, no, don't speak, I know what you're thinkin'

And I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

I know what you're sayin'

So please stop explainin'

Don't speak, don't speak

Don't speak, no

I know what you're thinkin'

And I don't need your reasons

I know you're good, I know you're good

I know you're real good, oh

La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la

Don't, don't, ooh, ooh

Hush, hush, darling

Hush, hush, darling

Hush, hush

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Hush, hush, darling

Hush, hush, darling

Hush, hush

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Oh, hush, hush, darling

Hush, hush, darling

Tom's Diner

I am sitting

In the morning

At the diner

On the corner

I am waiting

At the counter

For the man

To pour the coffee

And he fills it

Only halfway

And before

I even argue

He is looking

Out the window

At somebody

Coming in

"It is always

Nice to see you"

Says the man

Behind the counter

To the woman

Who has come in

She is shaking

Her umbrella

And I look

The other way

As they are kissing

Their hellos

And I'm pretending

Not to see them

And instead

I pour the milk

I open

Up the paper

There's a story

Of an actor

Who had died

While he was drinking

It was no one

I had heard of

And I'm turning

To the horoscope

And looking

For the funnies

When I'm feeling

Someone watching me

And so

I raise my head

There's a woman

On the outside

Looking inside

Does she see me?

No, she does not

Really see me

'Cause she sees

Her own reflection

And I'm trying

Not to notice

That she's hitching

Up her skirt

And while she's

Straightening her stockings

Her hair

Has gotten wet

Oh, this rain

It will continue

Through the morning

As I'm listening

To the bells

Of the cathedral

I am thinking

Of your voice

And of the midnight picnic

Once upon a time

Before the rain began

I finish up my coffee

And it's time to catch the train

After the day at the sunset of life

As now I have reached my old age, 

I know that not much big deal 

can be done anymore. 

I also learn that not many people will 

care or pay attention to what deal I do, if any. 

However, I still have the passion, 

I am always an enthusiastic onlooker to watch 

what others are doing. 

If anyone would so choose to chat with me, 

I am definitely willing to tell him about 

my insights towards life. 

人到晚年，可以做的事不多了。 

想做也沒什麼人會理會或留意了。 

若心還熱的， 

也只能冷眼旁觀人世事。 

若有誰會和我聊聊天， 

我一定會告訴他有關我能洞識的天機。 

When I was young listening to some songs 

about the elderly written by some young artists, 

I was not much impressed. 

When I am now old listening to these same songs, 

I surprisingly find that those some young artist had written very good songs on the elderly which I shared much: 

年青時聽年青人創作有關老人的歌曲歌詞， 

沒什麼感覺。到老時再聽那些歌， 

覺得他們寫有關老人的歌曲歌詞，寫得很好呢:

Barclay James Harvest

THE POET

Here I sit watching the day out

No-one beside me who may doubt

All of the words that I could chose to say

So listen, believe, or be gone from this day

I need a friend to walk with me

And sit in the shade of an old tree

To think nothing much, just agree with my thoughts

To say nothing much, never tell what I ought

Watching the people pass by now

They just don't know why or know how

They don't seem to care about all that I've seen

They just walk on by never knowing I've been

Sitting up here where I'm wind blown

Only to ask and to be shown

Things that would make you believe what I say

I'll tell you myself and I'll show you some day

AFTER THE DAY

The eyes of night march slowly by

The last grain falls

The kneeling man just sighs

Protected by the one great wall

Of coloured parts

He probes his clouded mind

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see

Is there nothing left at all

After the day

With trembling hands he wipes his eyes

He tries to stand

But does not feel the need

The morning sun shines on

The multicoloured cross

Left standing through it all

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see

Is there nothing left at all

After the day

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see

Is there nothing left at all

After the day