Vincent; Doubt

A lovely night
complete the hardest part of my job
have my beloved sushi
watch a entertaining movie
touch human's dark side without overdoing
Loop a song to celebrate =]






Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now

Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

For they could not love you, but still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will




SC: Decalog is 5 times more boring but 10 times more inspiring than "doubt"... I am sure.
Of course, Meryl Streep is awesome - a church-run-school version of the devil wear Prada?
That is more than that...

Misty Night

Self-blame

My effort may be simply no enough
Or my mental blind spot is larger than what I could have
Never a person paying attention to details
Always mistake-prone
Damn it Proofreading





Sad stories

Why finding me with your sad stories?
I never have a way out
All I can do is to listen
and share my own ones
with all my tears dried
and my wounds hidden

Although I should confess
that I love to hear others' stories
and I honestly think that
being listened is one kind of healing
and gratefully I have the capacity
to listen, analyze and feedback





Jogging

miss that for days
running between the blocks of building
and malls and traffic
the rain comes to my face
mixes with my sweat
flow into my eyes
my left knee is complaining
and wind is so strong
but the harbor scene in a misty night
is even better
and the satisfaction do tell
that you are living with purpose

給自己的情歌: Time of your life

good morning, yesterday
you wake up and time has slipped away
and suddenly it's hard to find
the memories you left behind
remember, do you remember?

the laughter and the tears
the shadows of misty yesteryears
all the good times and the bad you've seen
and all the others in between
remember, do you remember
the times of your life?

reach back for the joy and the sorrow
put them away in your mind
the mem'ries are time that you borrow
to spend when you get to tomorrow

here comes the setting sun
the seasons are passing one by one
so gather moments while you may
collect the dreams you dream today
remember, will you remember
the times of your life?

gather moments while you may
collect the dreams you dream today
remember, will you remember
the times of your life?
of your life



Thanks J
It loops for the whole night
A self-spoiled fox
having coconut ice-cream
after another one-hour jogging
enjoys the moments of my life