Hardly Tell My Own Stories

I like telling stories when 

I have an audience, 

but I don't get much of one 

from my social connections.

Sometimes my family members 

become my audience, 

such as at family gatherings. 

I like to take these opportunities to 

tell them stories of all kinds, 

frequently inserting my own 

past life experiences.

However, my family members usually 

stop me from telling my old personal stories 

because they have already heard them 

a hundred times.

_____

The Bee Gees - Voices

Sweet voices calling wild, 

echoing around this child

Sweet Faith I'll be joining you, 

when my story's over

Dee doo doo doo dah 

dee doo doo

Doo doo doo 

dee doo doo doo 

dee doo dah day

Small secrets in the wind, 

blowing till the end begins

Oh my children stand by me till 

my story's over

Dee doo doo doo dah dee doo doo

Doo doo doo 

dee doo doo doo 

dee doo dah day

If I were you and you were me 

those voices they would cease to be

They won't be free to torment me again

But in my bed again last night,

those voices spoke of wrong and right

They spoke of darkness and of light

They spoke of weakness and of might

The spoke of people in the snow

And distant places long ago

The spoke of fire and falling rain

Of health and wealth and death and pain

Nah....

Sweet voices calling wild , 

echoing around this child

Sweet Faith I'll be joining you , 

when my story's over

If I were you and you were me 

those voices they would cease to be

They won't be free to torment me again

But in my bed again last night 

those voices spoke of wrong and right

They spoke of darkness and of light

They spoke of weakness and of might

They spoke of people in the snow

And distant places long ago

They spoke of fire and falling rain

Of health and wealth and death and pain

Original Intention

An art course instructor said to the students:

“You have paid a significant tuition fee 

to learn how to paint. 

You really ought to study hard 

to paint better and 

never forget your original intention.”

I’ve noticed that students enroll in these courses 

for very different original intentions. 

These purposes include:

Enhancing creative techniques

Expanding art knowledge

Learning from the instructor’s skills

Earning a diploma

Carrying on a painting lineage and style

Widening one's social circle

Seeking creative inspiration

Learning to be an art curator

Aiding a career in arts management

Becoming a creative artist

Becoming a professional painter

Becoming a freelance painter

Becoming an amateur painter

Learning to be an art teacher

Enriching one's life

Healing psychological emotions

Slowing down the pace of life

Leaving behind a footprint of life

Making good use of continuing education funds

Finding like-minded peers

Expanding creative horizons

Mastering a medium to express one's voice

Building a network of contacts

Reclaiming a childhood passion

Climbing the academic ladder

Improving personal image

Elevating one's taste in life

…

藝術課程的導師，

對學生說，

“你們交了很高昂的學費來學畫。

好應該努力學習畫好你們的畫，不要忘記初衷。

發覺同學修讀這些課程的初衷各不相同。

這些目的包括：

提高創作技巧

增進藝術知識

學習老師才藝

爭取一紙文憑

承傳畫藝門派

擴闊生活圈子

尋找創作靈感

學做藝策展人

助做文管工作

為做創藝術家

為做職業畫家

為做自由畫家

為做業餘畫家

學做美術老師

豐富生活內容

療愈心理情緒

拖慢生活步伐

留下生活印記

善用進修基金

尋找同行知己

擴闊創作領域

掌握媒介發言

建立人脈網絡

重拾童年興趣

攀登學術階梯

改善個人形象

提高生活品味

……

From the Beginning · Emerson, Lake & Palmer

There might have been things I missed

But don't be unkind

It don't mean I'm blind

Perhaps there's a thing or two

I think of, lying in bed

I shouldn't have said

But there it is

You see it's all clear

You were meant to be here

From the beginning

Maybe I might've changed

And not been so cruel

Not been such a fool

Whatever was done is done

I just can't recall

It doesn't matter at all

You see it's all clear

You were meant to be here

From the beginning

Rare Scent-related Memories

Some scents bring me 

vivid, sweet memories of the past. 

The time, the people, and the place 

related to those scents are very specific, 

and the memories appear clearly in my mind. 

The rarity of these scent-related memories 

may be the main reason.

ReoNa「ガジュマル ～Heaven in the Rain～」

If there’s any regret lingering in my heart,

Is it the "goodbye" I could never say?

If regret keeps falling on me 

like relentless rain,

Is it because I ran away from the end 

that was bound to come?

The grand banyan tree 

you planted in the garden

Is drooping its branches, weeping silently.

I loved you—if only I could have said

Those simple words, those few words.

Rain, please dissolve this eternal parting.

Sweetly scented rain tree,

Memories come overflowing.

I want to see you.

I just want to see you so badly.

This grief from losing you—

Will it heal as time goes by?

If my memories must fade away 

alongside the pain,

Then I’d rather my wounds never heal.

In the sound of the waves and the breeze,

Under the empty shade of the trees,

I look for you.

Blurring image of your face—

please don't fade away.

When times are painful,

When I lose my way,

When I want to disappear,

Even now, I still think of you.

The banyan tree is weeping.

I loved you—if only I could have said

Those simple words, those few words.

Rain, please dissolve this eternal parting.

Sweetly scented rain tree,

Memories come overflowing.

I want to see you, 

I really want to see you.

I want to reach you beyond the rain.

The love song I always wanted to 

share with you—

I will sing it now.

心残りが あるとしたなら

言えなかった 「さよなら」でしょうか

後悔ばかり 降り止まないのは

いつか来る終わりから 逃げたからでしょうか

あなたが庭に植えた

大きなガジュマルが 枝を垂らして 泣いているよ

愛していた ただそれだけのことが

たったそれだけの言葉が 言えたらよかったのに

永遠の別れを 雨よ 溶かして

甘く香る rain tree

思い出が溢れてゆく

会いたいよ

ただ 会いたいよ

あなたを失くした この悲しみも

時が過ぎれば 癒えるのでしょうか

痛みとともに 思い出さえも

忘れるぐらいなら 傷よ 癒えないで

潮騒と風の中

誰もいない木陰で

あなたを探してる

滲んでいく面影よ 消えないで

つらいときに

迷ったときに

消えたいときに

いまだにあなたを思い出すよ

ガジュマルが泣いている

愛していた ただそれだけのことが

たったそれだけの言葉が 言えたらよかったのに

永遠の別れを 雨よ 溶かして

甘く香る rain tree

思い出が溢れてゆく

会いたいよ 会いたいんだよ

雨の向こうの あなたに届けたいよ

伝えたかった 愛の歌を

僕は歌うよ

Fame is addictive

Fame is attractive and addictive. 

But it just doesn't mean anything in the end.

Still, fame can captivate everyone 

through its magic of 

making connections with others possible, 

and thus, fulfilling the psychological need 

of feeling successful.

Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Still...You Turn Me On

Do you wanna be an angel, 

do you wanna be a star?

Do you wanna play some magic on my guitar?

Do you wanna be a poet, 

do you wanna be my string?

You could be anything

Do you wanna be the lover of 

another undercover?

You could even be the man on the moon

Do you wanna be the player, 

do you wanna be the song?

Let me tell you something, 

it just don't mean a thing

You see, it really doesn't matter

When you're buried in disguise

By the dark glass on your eyes

And though your flesh is crystallized

Still, you turn me on

Oh, you turn me on

Do you wanna be the pillow 

where I lay my head?

Do you wanna be the feathers flying in my bed?

Do you wanna be the cover of a magazine?

Create a scene

Every day a little sadder, 

a little madder

Someone get me a ladder

Do you wanna be the singer, 

do you wanna be the song?

Let me tell you something, 

you just couldn't be more wrong

You see, I really have to tell you

That it all gets so intense

From my experience

It just doesn't seem to make sense

Still, you turn me on

Oh, you turn me on

You turn me on

Litter Ranked Differently

Looking down at the pavement while walking, 

you might notice litter on the ground,

such as a piece of chewing gum or 

a scatter of fallen cherry blossoms.

Both were good things before they became waste.

After they become litter, however, 

they can be ranked differently. 

Dropped gum is sticky, unsightly and 

difficult to remove, 

whereas fallen blossoms are loose and 

easily swept away. 

From a cleaner's perspective, 

fallen blossoms should be ranked 

higher than dropped gum 

for obvious reasons.

Yet, neither the gum nor the blossoms are 

likely aware that they are being judged 

long after their purpose has ended.

ReoNa - 生きてるだけでえらいよ

ReoNa - 活着就很了不起了

聽我說啊，

我前陣子差點被自行車撞到。 

那個大叔氣沖沖地吼我：

“太危險了吧！看著點前面走路啊！” 

可是啊，我不知怎的就是做不到，

根本沒有抬起頭的力氣。 

連走路的力氣都沒有，

可我又不得不回家。 

那時候我才意識到，

原來雙腳是不會自己往前挪的。 

人行橫道上的白線，

每跨過一條都要走上三步。

最近每天都是這樣。

滿腦子只看得到“啊，這裡掉了個口香糖”， 

連天空是晴是陰都不知道。 

不過，這麼說來，

我昨天倒是注意到了一件事呢—— 

原來井蓋上印著櫻花呀。

聽我說，有時候，

我也會有想要“再努力看看”的日子。 

但最後果然還是不行，

在電車上就忍不住哭了出來。 

哭得整張臉都皺在一起，

又覺得不能在那種地方哭出聲來， 

就只能拼命憋著，

結果連鼻涕都流出來了，

真的好難受，嗚嗚地抽嗒。 

雖然也是理所當然的，

但當時根本沒有人來幫我，

感覺全世界就只剩下我一個人。 

到站之後我硬撐著走下了車，

卻在原地一動不動站了好久。

我就坐在站台的椅子上。

這時候，

有幾個男高中生吵吵嚷嚷地走過來， 

在不遠處聊起了漫畫。

他們的聲音傳到了我耳朵里， 

那部漫畫我也很喜歡，

以前一直在看，

原來最近要改編成動畫了呀。

聽我說，

我其實沒對任何人提過這件事，

應該說根本說不出口。 

總覺得如果說出來了，

就會顯得這點事根本不值一提。 

大家明明都過得更不容易，

你看，放眼世界的話， 

不是還有很多人連飯都吃不上、

連睡覺的地方都沒有嗎？ 

和那些人比起來，

我明明已經超級幸福了。 

可是啊，根本不是那麼回事。

雖然我也不知道為什麼，但就是……

好痛苦，

每一天、

每一天都好痛苦。

連起床都覺得煎熬， 

可是到了晚上又失眠睡不著。

前陣子，

我實在不知道該怎麼辦了， 

心裡堵得難受，

這時候隔壁的隔壁座位的那個女孩子

突然走過來，問我：

“怎麼啦？我聽你說呀。”

平時我們其實沒怎麼說過話，

但不知道為什麼，

我當時一股腦地 

把所有事都倒了出來，哇哇大哭。

結果你猜怎麼著，那個女孩子 

對我說“這樣啊，這樣啊”，

一邊溫柔地摸著我的後背， 

一邊對我說：

“你很了不起哦，

光是活著就已經很了不起了。”

ReoNa - Being alive is already amazing

Listen, the other day,

I almost got hit by a bicycle. 

The older guy got so mad and 

yelled at me, 

"That's dangerous! 

Watch where you're walking!" 

But, you know, 

I just couldn't do it. 

I didn't have the energy to lift my head. 

I didn't even have the strength to walk, 

but I had to go home. 

It made me realize that 

feet don't just move forward on their own. 

Even crossing a single stripe on the crosswalk 

took me three steps.

Lately, every day has been like this. 

I only notice things like, 

"Oh, there's some gum dropped here," 

and I don't even know if the sky 

is sunny or cloudy. 

But come to think of it—

come to think of it, 

I noticed something yesterday. 

The manhole cover had cherry blossoms on it.

Listen, sometimes, 

there are days when I think, 

maybe I'll try to do my best today. 

But in the end, I still can't do it, 

and I ended up crying on the train. 

My face was a complete mess, 

and since I couldn't let myself 

make a sound in a place like that, 

I tried so hard to hold it in. 

But then my nose started running, 

and it was just so painful, sobbing quietly. 

It's only natural, but nobody helped me, 

and I felt like I was completely all alone. 

Once we reached my station, I forced myself off the train, but I couldn't move for a while.

I was sitting on a bench on the platform. 

Then, a group of high school boys 

came rushing over, 

and they were talking about 

a manga over there. 

I couldn't help but overhear them. 

I used to love that manga and read it too, 

and apparently, 

it's getting an anime adaptation now.

Listen, I didn't tell anyone about this. 

Actually, I couldn't. 

I felt like if I said it out loud, 

it would seem like it's no big deal. 

Everyone else has it worse, 

and you know, if you look at the world, 

there are people who struggle to 

find food or a place to sleep. 

Compared to those people, 

I'm incredibly fortunate. 

But, you know, 

it's not about that. 

I don't know why, but somehow...

It hurts so much. 

Every single day is painful. 

Just waking up is agonizing, 

but then I can't even sleep. 

The other day, 

I just didn't know what to do, 

and my heart felt so tight. 

That's when the girl 

sitting two seats away asked me, 

"What's wrong? I'm here to listen."

We don't usually talk that much, 

but for some reason, 

I just blurted everything out and

 balled my eyes out. 

And then, you know what she did? 

She said, "I see, I see,"

 and stroked my back. 

She told me, "You're doing great. 

Just being alive makes you amazing."

The Art of Rising and The Art of Falling

Many people know the art of rising.

They have the incentive to learn it,

as they can foresee that 

they will gain something more from it.

Few people know the art of falling.

They do not have the incentive to learn it,

as they cannot foresee that 

they will gain something more from it.

Worth to note that 

the application of both 

the art of rising and the art of falling

has a time limit in one’s life.

-------

The Dardust - The Art of Falling (2025)

Food Creates Art

Poets have to eat.

All other artists have to eat as well.

_____

Mark Knopfler - Basil 

(The track is a direct tribute to the prominent British modernist poet Basil Bunting, whom Knopfler personally encountered during the early 1960s while working as a teenage copyboy at the Newcastle Evening Chronicle, where Bunting was employed as a sub-editor.)

My Saturday job pays six and six down

A copy boy at the Chronicle

Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns

Meeting Vince at Mark Toney's in town

Boy, do we get around

Basil sits there on the table for subs

But not a part of the Bri-nylon club

Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job

Bored out of his mind

With the Colins and Bobs

I'm a jack and a lad

And I'm up for the world

And I've kissed a Gateshead girl

He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell

Poets have to eat as well

What he wouldn't give just to walk out today

To have time to think about time

And young love thrown away

I'm a jack and a lad

And I'm up for the world

And I've kissed a Gateshead girl

Starlings swarming

A cloud over Grainger Street

Over the black church

Over the Black Gate

And the shadowy Keep

He peers through his wire rims

At the fish and chip words

He's supposed to dish up and forget

His drudgery now has become slightly blurred

By one of his Players untipped cigarettes

Bury all joy

Put the poems in sacks

And bury me here with the hacks

In the summer the fair

Will stretch over the Moor

Lovers will lie and make out in the park

Basil puts on his old duffel and scarf

And goes out into the dark

The Other Side of Life without Someone

In the workplace,  

everyone is replaceable.

In love,  

don’t say so easily  

that everyone is replaceable.

Some people love only one person 

for their entire life.

在職場上，

冇話冇咗邊個會唔掂。

在情場上，

就不要輕言

冇話冇咗邊個會唔掂。

有些人，

一生祇愛一人。

Ruelle - The Other Side

I don't want to know who we are 

without each other 

It's just too hard 

I don't want to leave here without you 

I don't want to lose part of me 

Will I recover? 

That broken piece, 

let it go and unleash all the feelings 

Did we ever see it coming? 

Will we ever let it go? 

We are buried in broken dreams 

We are knee-deep without a plea 

I don't want to know what it's like 

to live without you 

Don't want to know the other side of a world 

without you 

Is it fair, or is it fate? 

No one knows 

The stars choose their lovers, 

save my soul 

It hurts just the same 

And I can't tear myself away 

Did we ever see it coming? 

Will we ever let it go? 

We are buried in broken dreams 

We are knee-deep without a plea 

I don't want to know 

what it's like to live without you 

Don't want to know 

the other side of a world without you 

I don't want to know 

I don't want to know 

I don't want to know 

I don't want to know 

I don't want to know 

I don't want to know 

I don't want to know 

I don't want to know 

We are buried in broken dreams 

We are knee-deep without a plea 

I don't want to know what it's like 

to live without you 

Don't want to know 

the other side of a world without you

Can't live without you

May All Wishes Come True

A single shooting star,

a thousand wishes—

and among them, 

some wishes conflict with one another.

That is to say, 

there will always be wishes 

that go unfulfilled.

If that is the case,

then make more wishes.

_

Wishes - Le Couple

Wishes - Le Couple

I looked in the sky and there I saw

a star shining so bright above

I closed my eyes and wished upon the star that

I would fine true love

Someone who needed me

Someone to share my life

For a love that would be true

I would wait forever

So...no...matter how long it may be

I will be waiting

One star-brighter than the others

Two Hearts-beating for each other

I believe wishes really come true

Love at first sight I knew it from the moment

when you said hello

I hoped you felt it too,

but we both so shy-how was I to know

When you reached for my hand

I knew you were the one

We laughed and talked for hours like

I'd known you forever

Like...a...dream or something from a book

True love had found me

One star-brighter than the others

Two Hearts-beating for each other

Noe I see wishes really come true

You just have to dream

Nothing's as bad as it seems

To be...believe me

Someone's waiting for you to try

There in the sky

One star-brighter than the others

Two Hearts-beating for each other

You will see wishes really come true

You can't stop believing-wishes do come true

You gotta believe me (wish on a star)

wishes do come true...

Ink Wash Few Strokes – May All Wishes Come True 

水墨筆 - 萬願成真

（15cm x15cm) （2026）

一顆流星，

萬個許願，

之中有些願望是互相抵觸的。

即是說，總有些願望是會成空的。

既然如此，

要多許願。

Deliberate Selection

 Many memories faded.

A few won't, 

those sweet memories are 

selected deliberately.

________

Lark Hollow - I Won't Let You Fade

 

A "Passerby," or a "Transient" in Life

On the journey of life, 

we encounter many people. 

Their faces may not be indistinct. 

We recognize their presence, 

yet we have no interaction with them, 

not even a nod of acknowledgment. 

These are the "passersby" in our lives—

mere extras in the background, 

the "Passerby A" , "Passerby B"...

On that same journey, 

we also meet others with whom 

we do interact: 

some may be mere acquaintances, 

others close friends; 

some become lovers, 

while others turn into bitter partners. 

These are the "transients" 

who cross our paths, 

the "Transient A" , "Transient B"...

This leads me to wonder: 

in the context of my own life, 

am I merely a "passerby," 

or am I a "transient"?

中譯

在人生的旅途上，會遇到很多人。

他們的面目未必模糊，會認得有這些人，

但與他們沒有交往，

連點點頭也沒有。

這些人是生命中的「路人」，

是「路人甲」、「路人乙」……

在人生的同一個旅途上，也會遇到一些人，

與他們有交往：有些可能是點頭之交，

有些是好朋友，有些發展成戀人，

有些變成怨侶。

這些人是生命中的「路過人」，

是「路過人甲」、「路過人乙」……

我如此想：

對於我自己的人生，

我究竟是「路人」，

抑或是「路過人」？

——————————

郁可唯 Yisa Yu  - 路過人間 Walking by the world 

作曲 Composed by：張簡君偉 Alex Chang Jien 

作詞 Lyrics by：施人誠 Derek Shih 

編曲Arranger：JerryC 

嘿 意不意外

她背影 那麼輕快

嘿 要明白

人會來 就會離開

世上唯一不變

是人都善變

路過人間 愛都有期限

天可憐見 心碎在所難免

以為痛過幾回

多了些修煉

路過人間 就懂得防衛

說來慚愧

人只要有機會 就又淪陷

嘿 別再猜

她可曾 想過回來

嘿 醒過來

你很好 她也不壞

快快抹乾眼淚

看曇花多美

路過人間 無非一瞬間

每段並肩 都不過是擦肩

曾經辜負哪位 這才被虧欠

路過人間 一直這輪迴

幸運一點

也許最後和誰 都不相欠

WOO~~WOO~~

Ha A~~Ha A~~

人對愛和永遠

應該有幻覺

路過人間 也才幾十年

卻為了愛 勇於蹉跎歲月

相遇離別 貪瞋愛痴怨

路過人間 就忙著這些

誰有意見

莫非是心裡面 渺無人煙

無人可戀

來這人間 有多浪費

Noisy Life

Life is noisy.

But it makes me nervous if 

I can’t hear it.

TENBLANK 「永遠前夜」

I heard a familiar song

Just as I thought that, 

I realised it was your laughter

Before my heart could 

process it as mere coincidence

The sound of you flowed into 

the gaps inside my heart

When eternity looked at us with pity

You smiled as if you wondered why

At ease you rearranged the order of 

the important things inside me without asking

Instead of embracing each other, 

we silenced our voice and screamed

Even if mocked for being pathetic, 

you chose a life

No one had ever taught you

Your life is noisy

But it makes me uneasy if I can’t hear it

I know now that I can never go back to

Who I was before I knew you

When eternity looked at us with pity

You smiled as if you wondered why

At ease you rearranged the order of 

the important things inside me without asking

There is a song in this world

That only we can hear

To play that song

The meaning of life

Is insignificant

聽見了令人懷念的歌聲 

正這麼想著，

卻發現那只是你的笑聲 

在內心還來不及將其

當作「純屬偶然」來處理之前 

你的聲音就已經悄然流淌進

我的心防空隙中

當「永遠」看著我們，

露出憐憫的眼神時 

你卻顯得不可思議般地，

對著它展露笑顏 

你若無其事地，

把我心中那些珍視的事物 

擅自重新排列了順序

我們用隱忍的哭喊，

代替了彼此擁抱 

就算被嘲笑是

狼狽不堪也無所謂 

這是誰也沒有教過我們

由我們自己選中的生命 

當聽不見你那喧鬧的生命氣息時，

不知為何我便會感到不安 

我已經明白，

自己再也無法回到遇見你之前的

那個自己了

當「永遠」看著我們，

露出憐憫的眼神時 

你卻顯得不可思議般地，

對著它展露笑顏 

你若無其事地，

把我心中那些珍視的事物 

擅自重新排列了順序

在這個世界上，

有著唯獨我們才能聽見的歌 

如果為了讓它響起，

那我生命中應得的份額 

根本微不足道

在雙手觸碰的剎那，

便開始不斷隨之流逝 

即便這就是所謂的「活著」 

那又怎樣呢？

我已經不再聽任擺佈了

當「永遠」看著我們，

顯得無比羨慕般地朝我們走來時 

我們轉身奔跑，逃離它的身邊 

正因為無法成為「永遠」，

才有些事情是唯獨我才能做到的 

能夠演奏出的音符就在這裡 

現在，有了想要讓其聽見的那個人 

有了想要使其為之震顫的心跳

It turns into a blue sky

Sometimes when it rains, 

I hope that it turns into a blue sky, 

just as I need at the moment.

But sometimes when there is a blue sky, 

I hope that it gives me a rainy day instead.

I had better follow 

the weather forecast more closely.

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 Pomplamoose - Blue Sky (Electric Light Orchestra) 

Sun is shinin' in the sky

There ain't a cloud in sight

It's stopped rainin' everybody's in the play

And don't you know

It's a beautiful new day, hey hey

Runnin' down the avenue

See how the sun shines brightly in the city

On the streets where once was pity

Mr. Blue Sky is living here today, hey hey

Mr. Blue Sky please tell us why

You had to hide away for so long (so long)

Where did we go wrong?

Mr. Blue Sky please tell us why

You had to hide away for so long (so long)

Where did we go wrong?

Hey you with the pretty face

Welcome to the human race

A celebration, Mr. Blue Sky's up there waitin'

And today is the day we've waited for

Oh Mr. Blue Sky please tell us why

You had to hide away for so long (so long)

Where did we go wrong?

Hey there Mr. Blue

We're so pleased to be with you

Look around see what you do

Everybody smiles at you

Hey there Mr. Blue

We're so pleased to be with you

Look around see what you do

Everybody smiles at you

Mr. Blue, you did it right

But soon comes Mr. Night creepin' over

Now his hand is on your shoulder

Never mind I'll remember you this

I'll remember you this way

Mr. Blue Sky please tell us why

You had to hide away for so long (so long)

Where did we go wrong?

Hey there Mr. Blue (sky)

We're so pleased to be with you (sky)

Look around see what you do (blue)

Everybody smiles at you