Do We Really Care?

Do We Really Care? -- Faye Wong

Joey Tang/Alvin Leong

I saw pictures of a small girl
Crying, livin in the lost world
The men fight for dear god, she don't care
Cuz there's nothin left to share

I watched TV about a sick girl
She was only nine
She'll be gone soon
When and where she's going god will know
She doesnt want the sun to go

Don't you know that we care?
Keep the faith hope is here
Deep in my heart i ask myself
Do we really, really care?

Read the paper of a colored boy
He was starving so were the lone vultures
Why so full of sorrow no tomorrow
No rainbow will he ever know

Don't you know that we care? (don't ya know that we care)
Keep the faith hope is here (hope is here)
Deep in my heart i ask myself
Do we really, really care?

Don't you know that we pray (we pray)
For you to see the light of day (the light of day)
For you to bring back the look of love
Words of wisdom is not enough

The unattainable

Lost in the reverie
of the unattainable
men move forward
toiling each step
dragging their feet
not knowing the future
yet stubbornly so
they move forward.

How ironic that men hold
dearly onto things
and people that are
no longer relevant to them.

Hide-and-seek

Daisy was playing hide and seek when I got home. She was hiding in my garage!

so darn happy

A girl, a girl, a girl....
ha ha ha ha
yeah yeah yeah

再別康橋----徐志摩

輕輕的我走了　正如我輕輕的來　
我輕輕的招手　作別西天的雲彩
那河畔的金柳　是夕陽中的新娘
波光裏的豔影　在我心頭蕩漾
軟泥上的青荇　油油的在水底招搖

在康河的柔波裏　我甘心作一條水草
那榆蔭下的一潭　不是清泉是天上的虹
揉碎在浮藻間　　沉澱彩虹似的夢

尋夢　撐支長篙　向青草更青處漫溯　
滿載一船星輝　在星輝斑爛裡放歌
但我不能放歌　悄悄是別離的笙簫
夏蟲也為我沉默　沉默是今晚的康橋

悄悄的我走了　　正如我悄悄的來　
我揮一揮衣袖　　不帶走一片雲彩

Let's translate this. I think jasper222 and I have taken a crack at it in an earlier post.

Oh you know?

Oh you know?
How hard it is
to resist the urge of
  picking up the phone and
  dialing your number;
to refrain from the temptation of
  clicking the compose button and
  writing you a message;
to restrain my restless brain from
  thinking of you and
  dreaming about you.
And you know, the hardest thing of all?
Not knowing whether all my efforts
  will end up in vain.

the conflicted

The pain as it turns out
is more than I'd like to bear.
I tell myself to let go.
Others have told me so as well.
But the stubborn side of me
refuses to budge.
Knowing is worse than not knowing--
at least it is so in this case.
And the worst thing is...
knowing is simply not knowing.
Life is full of contradictions.

Friends

I was just thinking this morning. I am fortunate to have a few very good friends. Only a few. But it's quality not quantity that counts. Just just a few words of encouragement, or a sentence or two of "low b" from them would cheer me up. Genuine care and love for each other. What more can I ask for?

Tulips

Tulips, tulips!
Why had you withered so early?
Was it the weather?
Or was it because you were foretelling my destiny?
I could only imagine you were once beautiful.
I could only imagine your flowers once spread every corner of the fields.

But I did experience that, didn't I?
Was my mind playing tricks on me?
What seemed real turned out to be just fabric of my imagination?

The icy cold Lake Michigan water did not wake me from my sweet dream.
May the dream continue...
But NO...
It wasn't a dream.
The sand dunes, the pine and cottonwood trees, even the icy cold water could testify
that I wasn't dreaming and that what I experienced was real.

What could I make out of all these?
An invisible wall had barricaded the way forward.
But I could not turn back either
for the tide was high and the water was cold.

I climbed to the top of the dune,
overlooking the far horizon
where water meets the sky.
Sun was setting.
Time did not wait on me, ticking away mercilessly...
I wished I could see farther ahead.
Yet where the sun rested was the limit of my vision.

[to be continued!?]

cold water

When a cistern of cold water tips over
and drenches you from head to toe
and you still can't accept the reality that you are wet,
......

Sand Dunes and Lake Michigan

Where the sand dunes lay,
A fool stood at the top of a mound.
Surrounded by golden waves of moving sand,
He stood still;
He never wavered;
He waited and waited.
Last time I looked,
He was still there!
Or not?
Or it was just a sculpted sand statue,
Alone,
By itself...
Withstanding the uncertain Lake Michigan wind;
Braving the pounding of Lake Michigan rain.

Picture in the newspaper

Ha... Had a sing-out Tuesday at a Senior Fair. Got a picture of me in the newspaper!

The Daily Journal

A very good idea indeed

君が好きだとさけびたい

Untitled

When the stars weep
and the moon mourns
clouds gather to collect their grief
Rain falls as teardrops
sadly yet softly upon your fields
It is when sadness of the night passes
and clouds disperse
Sunshine yet once again emerges
and warms upon your face
A new day of hope has begun