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Friday, June 4


《爱情电影》许茹云,熊天平。

On the mrt today, stumbled upon this track in my mp3 cd... haven't hear this song for such a long time.

Sometimes when we listen to songs, we have different feelings at different stages of our lives. A song that does not mean very much to us at a time will suddenly strike us as we move on, and when we hear that song, we are reminded of the times then.

This song, it is not in particular connected to any of my memories. Today when i hear it though, it just strikes me so. So much i keep repeating the track and hear it for about 20 times on the mrt and bus... and now at home i am still listening to it...

Maybe it's the fantasy part of the song. Longing for a fairy tale love to happen. So often we see in movies, how often do we see in real life...


Believe the way
Loving a person each day
Loving that person more each day
But I have not found that day
Or will there be such a day

Like finding a needle amongst hay
All hopes appear gray
But I do believe that love does pay
Believe, and believe that's the way

At the moon, the dogs bay
Yet I know not what they say
On the bed of roses I lay
Awaiting the first dawn ray

Tears flow, they may
But they shall contain not dismay
What they comprehend, only he can wray
Let it be soon, I pray

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