"莫說是婚宴，即使時下也不會有太多人結婚…
最近才跟老公說笑，去了四次funeral, 也等不到一次wedding
"
Different stage of life, different components of daily lives...
one out of four...
one to four...
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在婚禮或葬禮看到的，都在腦海留下或深或淺的印記。。。
Richard Harris - Watermark
Art Garfunkel - Watermark
Watermark(Jimmy Webb)
How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
Like a song half heard through a closed door
Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore
How innocent her visage as my child lover lies
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
Like an antique etching glass design
That somehow turned out wrong
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears
You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears
It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song
- 留言者: MARK
- Email: leungchisang@yahoo.com
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- 日期: 2010-05-03 01:35:00
相信不久之後，我參加的葬禮也會比婚禮多
[版主回覆05/04/2010 07:21:00]Take it easy~
- 留言者: Sunshine
- Email: sunshinecozmj@yahoo.com
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- 日期: 2010-05-01 12:45:00
送一個"Forever" 郵票給蓉蓉爸爸
http://www.usps.com/communications/newsroom/forever_stamp_facts.htm
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- 留言者: 金城KamShing
- Email: superherobb@yahoo.com
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- 日期: 2010-04-30 14:56:00
所以要珍惜時間~~~~
[版主回覆04/30/2010 22:07:00]大要咁話～
加油。。。·
- 留言者: 菠蘿叉燒包
- Email: gk678@yahoo.com
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- 日期: 2010-04-29 12:39:00
生得少呀嘛...........
[版主回覆04/30/2010 22:08:00]簡單Ｄ好～
- 留言者: Sunshine
- Email: sunshinecozmj@yahoo.com
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- 日期: 2010-04-24 23:39:00
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good. W.H. Auden
http://hk.myblog.yahoo.com/sunshinecozmj/article?mid=8750
[版主回覆04/30/2010 22:18:00]Ｌｏｖｅ ｃａｎｎｏｔ
ｌａｓｔ ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ，
ｉｎ ｔｈｉｓ ｗａｙ。。。
