Wednesday 15 February 2017

Some Lyrics

Crying along as I sing, how typical of me after a breakup. Here, I would like to share some of the lyrics that I find exquisitely sorrowful. Some fill me with a deprived sense of longing, some hurt me as they bring me back to the moment it was over. They make me hopeful: if pain is the basis of elegance in one's work, then I would let myself walk through this field of glass again. 

The feeling when one's heart is being returned and fitted even though the body physically rejects it, that is how my healing is. If this is healing, I don't want it. I would rather forget that my love existed. The heart that is forcefully being sewn back together with my organs, is made up of traces of you and only you. I wonder, is this heart even mine? Yet it must be, for it is prying me open, coming home. I suppose the years it had lived with you, when it was solely yours, had made it your own. 

Let me begin quoting others for I am already worn out by the surgery. 



1. Taeyang's 'Eyes, Nose, Lips'


I’m all right.
 Look at me one last time
Smile like nothing’s wrong,
so when I miss you I can remember.
So I can draw your face in my mind

....

Your eyes, nose, lips
Your touch that used to touch me,
to the ends of your fingertips.
I can still feel you

 ...

You smile back in our pictures,
unknowing of our approaching farewell.




2. 汪峰, 窗台 (Windowsill)


你从这离开的那一天
我才知道你就是春天
此刻春天已悄悄地流走
留给我心中无尽的思念
On the day you left this place
Only then did I know that you were the Spring
Now Springtime has already slipped away, quietly 
leaving in my heart boundless longing.


我终于失去你的那一天
我才明白你就是永远
永远就会慢慢地破碎
留下的是不变的思念
The day I finally lost you 
Only then did I understand that you were everlasting
Forever will slowly shatter 
and what it will leave behind is a longing that will never change.


3. 那英, 默 (Silence)


笔下画不完的圆
心间填不满的缘
是你 
The circle underneath my pen that can never be drawn completely
The fate in my heart that can never be filled
is you.



Translation is as complicated as wording one's feelings. There are no words capable for accurate representation. Frustrations, hate, confusion and unwanted love, they are all fighting to win the crown of my disposition.

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