Sword and the Lord

Time and space

Day and night

Past and Present

There is only light

Light that pierced through darkness

Light that ignited the dying flame

Light that waken up the sleeping hero within

Sword and the Lord

It is not 忘不了wang bu liao, it is 不了情 bu liao qing

I came across David Tao’s version of 忘不了 {wang bu liao} which means unforgetable. It seems too R&B and spoilt the uniqueness of this song. I don’t know how to appreciate it. I prefer the sentimental and slow style. As I googled for other version, I came across this sing with the same title and it was 忘不了 by 费星, not the one I look for.

为何一转眼 时光飞逝如电 , 看不清的岁月 抹不去的从前 就像一阵风 吹落恩恩和怨怨
也许你和我 没有谁对谁错, 忘不了你的泪 忘不了你的好 , 忘不了醉人的缠绵 也忘不了你的誓言 何不让这场梦 没有醒来的时候 只有你和我 直到永远

Though wrong song, but this 忘不了 is melodious.

Then I found this so called the earliest version by sang Chai Qing.. still couldn’t find the composer..

歌手：蔡琴 chai qing（最早版本）
忘不了 忘不了 忘不了你的错 忘不了你的好 忘不了雨中的散步 也忘不了那风里的拥抱
忘不了 忘不了 忘不了你的泪 忘不了你的笑 忘不了落叶的惆怅
也忘不了那花开的烦恼

寂寞的长巷 而今斜月清照 冷落的秋千 而今迎风轻摇 它重复你的叮咛
一声声
忘了 忘了 它低诉我的衷曲 一声声 难了 难了

寂寞的长巷 而今斜月清照 冷落的秋千 而今迎风轻摇它重复你的叮咛
一声声
忘了 忘了 它低诉我的衷曲 一声声 难了 难了
忘不了 忘不了 忘不了春已尽 忘不了花已老 忘不了离别的滋味 也忘不了那相思的苦恼

Then I found the originality through the movie Bu Liao Qing 1961.

Apparently the title of the song is not忘不了 it is 不了情. It is sung in the movie不了情 bu liao qing.

In the movie, it is ling dai who acted singing but the original singer is gu mei. Click here to listen.

The Singer : 顧媚 gu mei

The song composer : 王福齡 wang fu ling

The lyric composer : 陶秦 tao qing

Anyway, I prefer Chai Qing or Teresa Teng’s voice.

Sunday at home

The Sunday morning started with unpleasant monthly menstruation cramp. I took pain killer and canceled all the outing. I would rather stay at home with this inconvenience then engaging in activities that I couldn’t even enjoy.

I vividly remembered how I struggled to put up with it when I was in an important function. There were no pain killer and I was too timid to run away from the hall as a school student. And I was desperate for the function to end as soon as possible so that I could go back and lay down on my bed.

So, when this monthly cycle comes, when the attack comes, I would either retreat in my own sanctuary; or , If unavoidable I would resort for a pain killer!

I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me by E.E. Cumming(1894-1953)

i carry your heart with me

(i carry it in my heart)

i am never without it

(anywhere i go you go,my dear;

and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate

(for you are my fate, my sweet)

i want no world

(for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;

which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart

(i carry it in my heart)

Psychosis – Paranoid

Ah Chu yee came to bring coffee for my mum this morning and she asked my mum was it that the aunty lived next door had”something wrong in her mind”. Apparently, my neighbor had complaint to her that somebody purposely put some wild lethal mushroom in her plants, somebody came to scratch her new honda car with metal.. Chu yee suspected that she was crazy. I was sitting not far and I told Chu Yee that this aunty indeed did complain to me and my mum. I guessed she told everyone. I just ignored.

This is very common – it is called paraniod. It is one of the commonest psychosis that I noticed in most of the human. We, a normal well-being, had some degree of psychosis. There was a person reacted negatively when I mentioned that particular someone suffered from psychosis. It seemed that not many would accept that a normal human being had some degree of psychosis.The severity of it depends on the environment, the state of our health physically and mentally, and our relationships.  It was a bit overboard for my neighbor for she had been habored with the thought of people want to make her life miserable.

Nobody want to make your life miserable. You are the one who responsibly for your own life. Being paranoid and keep suspecting will only exhaust you and distraught you from your goals and dreams. You need to realize that or else your life will be in constant fear and worry.

I thank God for Jesus. With Him, I have great confidence in Him. His Holy spirit dwells in me.. He keeps my eyes forward and to His great plan.

In Trasient

Piercing

Pricking

In transient

Let in be

Breezing in

Again

Like

Bright light

Shines

Through the darkness

Let it go

Let it be

Piercing

Pricking

in Transient

All the World’s a Stage

From Shakespeare’s As You Like It, 1600:

JAQUES:
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Awesome. Exhilarating. It makes me pause half way, and savored every moment of the scenes… This is William Shakespeare’s masterpiece.

All the world’s a stage..

The phases of our life is just like a piece of act.. How well that we are going to perform, very much depends of ourselves. The stage is as wide as the sky that God given to us. He is the stage, the judge, the audience, the backstage workers, the air.

And all the men and women are merely players..

I smell romance, the domination of humanity. We are just actor or actress on the stage. No matter how the act, the stage remain as a stage.

They have their exist and their entrance..

People come in and out of our lives. Different phase, different scene, different experience. There are main characters, sub main-characters.. they come into their and they depart from you.. is just a matter of time..

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans everything..

It sounds as if in the end there is nothing that worth the smile, the souls sparks, the treasures.. Cos when the act finishes, everything is just delusion.. We are going to the Lord as the act stop.

Sigh. Time stops.