Truth is~
I think of life to be fruitfully beautiful,
with the right dose of -
love, chaos, simplicity, eccentricity and paradox.
"'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life."
Most of all,
I'm pretty normal...you know? ^^
Soulful Crotchets~
7:29:00 AM
Friday, February 24, 2006
It was during a certain LEP P1 class last year that I first came across this story. I had been intrigued by the immense loss and regret faced by the writer then. It's the same feeling as 天长地久有时尽,此恨绵绵无绝期, but expressed in a subtle manner.
I never thought much about it soon after. But when 林老师 brought up this piece this year, I was again overwhelmed by the strong underlying emotions.
In case you want me to shut up and tell you what the hell is this story (I think all of you can't wait to strangle me), here goes...
《永远的蝴蝶》陈启佑
那时候刚好下着雨,柏油路面湿冷冷的,还闪烁着青、黄、红颜色的灯光,我们就在骑楼下躲雨,看绿色的邮筒孤独地站在街的对面,我白色风衣的大口袋里有一封要寄给在南部的母亲的信。樱子说她可以撑伞过去帮我寄信。我默默地点头,把信交给她。
“谁叫我们只带来一把小伞哪。”她微笑着说,一面撑伞,准备过马路去帮我寄信。从她伞骨渗下来的小雨点溅在我眼镜玻璃上。
随着一阵煞车声,樱子的一生轻轻飞起来,缓缓地,飘落在湿冷的街面,好像一只夜晚的蝴蝶。虽然是春天,好像已是深秋了。
她只是过马路帮我寄信。这简单的动作却要教我终身难忘了,我缓缓睁开眼,茫然站在骑楼下,眼里裹着烫烫的泪水,世上所有的车子都停了下来,人潮涌向马路和中央,没有人知道那躺在街面的,就是我的蝴蝶。这时她只离我五公尺,竟是那么遥远。更大的雨点溅在我的眼镜上,溅到我的生命里来。
为什么呢?只带一把雨伞?
然而我又看到樱子空着白净的风衣,撑着伞,静静地过马路了。她是要帮我寄信的,那,那是一封写给在南部的母亲的信,我茫然站在骑楼下,我又看到永远的樱子走到街心。其实雨下得并不大,却是一生一世中最大的一场雨。而那封信是这样写的,年轻的樱子知不知道呢?
妈:我打算在下个月和樱子结婚。I won't go into the analysis or writing techniques (honestly I've done so much of it in class I'm starting to lose the initial feelings evoked). Interestingly, 庄老师 had played a song which lyrics coincidentally (who knows?) matches the story and left me rather depressed after listening to it.
走在雨中齐秦当我走在凄清的路上
天空正飘着濠濠细雨
在这寂寞黯淡的暮色里
想起我们相别在雨中
不禁悲从心中生
当我独自徘徊在雨中
大地弧寂沉没在黑夜里
雨丝就像她柔软的细发
深深系住我心的深处
分不清这是雨还是泪
记起我们相见在雨中
那微微细雨
落在我们头发上 啊~
往事说不尽
就像山一样高
好像海一样深
甜蜜绮丽彩虹般美丽往事
说不尽就像山一样高
好像海一样深
甜蜜绮丽彩虹般美丽往事It's about when the writer walks alone in the rain years after the accident, the sorrow and melancholy he will experience by himself. *WAILS LOUDLY*
On an ending note, departure can be beautiful, depending on how you look at it.
If sadness cascades into your heart,
and lingers in doleful morass.
If happiness falters in shroud,
and leaves before grazing your brow.
Tell yourself...
This too, shall pass.