不思議詩人の世界

Believe

2008-11-28T21:14:00.002+08:00

Once, after a performance in a royal court in a far away country, the young prince approached me and asked a question, "A performer that has travelled far and wide, mayhap a ghost once caught your sight?"

"Nay," I replied, "Even when I've been to the place they reside. Has my lord chanced upon such ethereal beings with his own eyes? "

"No, I don't. But I believe that they exist. However, I do not believe anyone that say they've seen it before. Much like how I believe in the future, that I will find a noble queen to love, to marry, and to ascend the throne with me. I believe in happiness, but I do not see it."

"And does my lord not believe that there are people that have seen love, or happiness?"

"I would be obliged to believe, but I have not encountered it before and thus, it is not in my capability to confirm what they have seen to be real. Ergo, I feel detached when people talk about it, all because I am unable to see it. Scholars in my country believe that ghosts do not exist, so, if I will never see them, I shall give up on trying to see."

"My lord, I believe that I can see them. That is the reason I would go to haunted places, to sing requiems for them, and to confirm my belief. If I do chance upon one, I might get surprised. I might disregard the sight as an illusion, and choose to believe that they do not exist. Or I might believe that what I saw was real. To the people that try their best in catching sight of one, they will be convinced that what they saw was real. Thus, my lord, you can never be sure you will never see them. It would be wonderful if you can, as you will be seeing the ones that wish to be seen by you."

"I see, mayhap my troubadour have found this conversation to be spoony. Then, would you return and perform a courtly measure, once you have set your eyes on one that so choose to be seen by you?"

"I must apologize, majesty, but I no not when that time would be. Mayhap you are casting me away?"

"That is far from the truth. You have my blessing to bolster your conviction in finding it, and I shall once again, believe. I wish to see it, so I can believe others have seen it too. I hereby present you with this dagger as a parting gift, and to commemorate our pact."

"I shall bid my farewell in your blessing my lord. I will continue to believe and I believe, therefore I know I will see."

安静... 安静了...

2008-09-17T21:07:00.003+08:00

只剩下钢琴陪我谈了一天只剩下钢琴陪我站在这里
睡着的大提琴安静的旧旧的梦想总属于我们的婚礼这沉默的人在幻境醒去
我想你已表现的非常明白在这场爱情浇漓的拔河里
我懂我也知道你没有舍不得爱我还是爱你你选择了自己

你说你也会难过我不相信撒娇的可爱的女人的爱哭的
牵着你陪着我也只是曾经照片里曾经的都是你喜欢的
希望他是真的比我还要爱你如今我还在原地
我才会逼自己离开你却走回你的记忆

你要我说多难堪我根本不想分开你说我爱你太多就快要把你淹没
为什么还要我用微笑来带过你害怕幸福跟针一秒就拨弄
我没有这种天份包容你也接受他分开是一种解脱让你好好的想过
不用担心的太多我会一直好好过我想要的那片天空你是不是能够给我

你已经远远离开我也会慢慢走开你说我给你太多却不能给我什么
为什么我连分开都迁就着你分不清剧情承诺永恒或迷惑
我真的没有天份安静的没这么快爱情是一道伤口我们各自苦痛

我会学着放弃你是因为我太爱你沉默是我最后的药是因为我太爱你

Speaking in Flowers

2008-06-13T20:19:00.002+08:00

Mayflowers scattered towards listeners here,
Welcoming those who lend their ears.

Pear blossoms for friends held dear,
Arbor vitae; bonds through smiles and tears.
White lilacs flown into nursery,
Honeysuckle to keep company.

Rosemary to Father, whom Lobelia deprive
Wheat for Mother, love of his life.
To his sisters Thyme it shall be,
And his future daughter, Coreopsis, Rose of Red and Burgundy.

To the Daffodils and Yellow Tulips in the yard,
Carnations of the same colour to set You and Her apart.
Yellow florals, how they prick the soul
Eglantine Rose to make it whole.

Angrec for the King honour ungiven,
White Clover and Chestnut for now He who govern.
To the Goddess, merciful benevolence unbiased She gives,
Bouquet of Agrimony, Heliotrope, White Rose, Your Highness receives.

Me, plagued by avarice, a garden I hope to get,
Lots of Balms, Cabbages , Fennel and Mignonette.
With Bells of Ireland, Lotus and Pink Carnation by the side,
Marigold, Lavender, Lettuce, Thorn-apple and Rue it shall avoid.

And finally for all that stayed, let's watch white poppies blossom,
Celandine for all that was mentioned and all that listened, joys to come.

独花瞻望蝴蝶飞

2008-02-08T00:02:00.000+08:00

The message from the rainflower was scattered in its pollen scent, but the butterfly remained in the air, fluttering among the other flowers. Full is its bloom, sweet as its scent, the butterfly remained unmoved. As the rainflower watched the butterfly go from flower to flower except itself, it began to shed dew drops and close its petals, hiding its scent in the times to come. Was it awaiting another butterfly , or was it closing itself in dejection. What was certain was that the scent was not around anymore

A message to ★☆

2008-01-13T23:56:00.000+08:00

You might not have it all,
or even anything at all,
but what matters is you have........
My heart

Happainness

2007-12-07T16:54:00.000+08:00

Shortly after I left the forest, I met Arngrim, who was also a spirit like me. Arngrim however was a skilled warrior and thus passionate towards the dueling bouts back at the celestial realm.
Thus, inevitably, our conversation converged towards that topic.
To him, I asked "You have had your fair share of wins and lost. With it too, happiness and pain. Why persist in that which brings you both, when you can avoid the pain it cost by totally giving it up?"
As a man of few words, his answer was simple "For my love of it milds the pain it brings."
After answering, he left, seemingly in a hurry to complete a mission.
Would it be that passion can allow Man to endear that which cause him both happiness and pain? When face with such a dilemma, would I leave or persist?
Being not as tenacious as Arngrim, and recalling my time in the forest, I came to the conclusion that I would only persist if I know that in the end lasting happiness would be obtained.
Then again, who am I, with my limited wisdom, to know what awaits me at the end?

楽極生悲

2007-11-30T01:02:00.000+08:00

My journey out of the Eastern countries required me to pass a massive forest named Ningeki. In this forest, reside a magnificent beast that has proclaimed itself to be king. It was a nine-tailed fox with soft, silver furs and brought with it a majestic aura where ever it went. Owing to it's beauty, hordes of people would flock to the forest just to catch a glimpse of it. Thus with the joy it brought to the people that saw it, it was given the name "Raku".

Sometime before my arrival to the forest, Raku had adopted a follower which would always be seen together with it. The follower was a tiger cub. Contrary to what everyone's image of a tiger was, it had black fur with white stripes and deep blue eyes. Being vastly different from its own kind and having a wild temperament, as compared to Raku's docile nature, he was ostracised by the animals in the forest and the people that came to see Raku alike. And as such, it was named "Hii".

As days went pass, people who wanted to see Raku was deterred by Hii's presence and thus refuse to enter Ningeki. Slowly, the animals that originally inhabited the forest also left. Even travellers who would pass through the forest chosed a detour. Only Raku accepted Hii for what it was, and stayed. Not wanting to take a long route, I entered the forest. Raku was consoling Hii as I approached them. "It is not his fault that everyone deserted this forest, for I know that I am the only one he will follow. And those that accept him for who he is shall come to see the true beauty of me." Raku sighed. "Alas, everyone has left before accepting him and thus shall not see the true Raku."

"I will stay, if what you promise is indeed true" I said. The next few days, I stayed in the forest to tame Hii. Its indomitable nature meant that I was attacked most of the time during my stay. On the 10th day, it finally accepted my friendship and in that instance, time stopped and the forest was filled with blossoms. It then dawned on me that Ningeki was indeed Raku itself.

In every type of relations we have, people would always say that the extreme happiness felt would always end up with an equal amount of sadness. And thus people shunned relations and kept their distance, their hearts closed. However, without embracing the sadness, it would not have been possible to know true happiness, and thus come to appreciate its beauty. So, is it happiness that leads to sadness or would it be the other way around?

Before i left the forest, Raku gave me 3 golden flowers from the blossoms earlier. With a lighter load on my chest, I made my way to the Western country.

花火满天飞

2007-11-02T15:39:00.000+08:00

In one of my travels to the Eastern Countries, I chanced upon one of their festivals. During the festival, fascinating displays of what they called 'hanabi' could be seen. These splendid displays often lit up the night sky, bringing a sense of happiness to the people watching the marvelous displays.
To me, hanabi truly resembles the life of the very people that are watching them.
In life, people will cling and hold onto each other and ascend, much like when the hanabi was first released. Then, in a spark of brilliance, the people will separate and distance themselves from each other, and eventually lose their sparkle. What's left of them are just the beautiful memories that they had once illuminated the night sky with.
The beauty of human relationships, of the 'hanabi', they are too transient. Ultimately what would be left would be memories and a constant yearning to relive these memories.
I have never truly enjoyed the displays, as every time I saw them, a sense of nostalgia and melancholy inevitably follows. The happiness was just too fleeting compared to the sense of longing that followed...

Never to Return

2007-08-22T23:47:00.000+08:00

My melancholic spell lasted for a while, and eventually the silver magpie took notice. In its
bright, cheery voice, it asked me,"My friend, what has caused you to feel down these few days? Has my songs start to bore you? If that is the reason, do tell me, for I have other tricks up my sleeve!"

To that statement, I replied with a weak smile and exclaimed,"Alas, there is another that surpasses you in every aspect. A golden sparrow that has the most spellbinding songs, the most beautiful feathers, and whose presence can make me happy again. I am sorry, my friend, but it would seem that whatever you do might not cheer me up anymore. Do leave me be and fly away, if I have infected you with my sad spirits."

The silver magpie ignored my advice and continued staying by me, cheering me up with numerous antics, but to no avail. That lasted for some weeks, until eventually becoming exasperated, the silver magpie flew off into the setting sun. At its departure, it began singing a threnodic tune - the most beautiful song I have ever heard. And as it flew towards the sun, the golden rays reflected off the silver downs of the magpie. It was then that I have found my golden sparrow, but it was already to late. Instead of the happiness that should have been mine, I found only sadness in this revelation.

Hindsight is such a torturous thing. And yet, the lesson it imparts strikes as hard as Thor's hammer. The past shall always be there in a distance, for us to look back on during the breaks in our journey into the future. Every past reflections, all to be seen, but none to be returned.

三人成虎

2007-07-30T20:20:00.000+08:00

It was by my own fault that the happiness of our companionship being short lived.

A few months of journey through the terrestial realms had me arrive at a flourishing city. On arrival at the splendid gates to the city, the valet stationed there exclaimed, "That is a beautiful silver magpie you have there, and what melodious tunes it sings! But alas, in our fine city, there resides a golden sparrow, endowed with splendid, shimmering downs, and it sings in a far more superior tune than your pet." Not entirely convinced of this tale, and partly due to the satisfaction I had with my present companion, I give the valet a nod and smile before proceeding through the gates.

In my next few days of travel within the city, similar stories of this golden sparrow was often brought forth in my conversations with the city dwellers, as a comparison between my silver magpie. Even though I chose not to show it, my heart was slowly yearning for the golden sparrow.

Life itself is always full of such threnodic tricks. The voice of one might not move you in the slightest bit, but the voice of many has the ability to waver even the mountains. Clearly convinced that the golden sparrow would bring me more happiness, I had begun to despair when looking at my silver magpie. Its voice doesn't seem as cheerful any more and its lustre had dulled. The feeling of avarice, wanting to bring more happiness onto myself, had made me take my companion for granted. And in turn, that brought more sadness onto myself, having been taken in by the voices of the people that dwelt in that city......

Star Crossing

2007-07-26T23:18:00.000+08:00

Several year ago, as I was making my way down to the terrestial realms, a magnificent spectacle had captured my attention. Flocks and flocks of silver magpies were congregating, forming a silvery band that bridged the terrestial realm to the celestial realm.

Curious by the phenomenon before my eyes, I hurried over to find out the cause. When i arrived, I saw, standing on the so called silver magpie bridge, a fairy and a farmer. As curiosity has gotten the better of my discretion, I went towards the couple, with no sense of privacy.

It turns out that the fairy and the farmer were in love, but however due to the fact that relationships between celestial beings and mortals are forbiddened, they were thus separated. The silver magpies, sympathising with the couple then flew too their aid. And thus, every year, the magpies would form a silver bridge which would enable the couple to meet, just for a single night, and after which, they would have to wait a year for the next reunion.

As beautiful as the story was, I had never quite understood myself as to why people put themselves through so much pain, in a love that might never bear any fruit. It might be that love between people of two different worlds, as forbidden as they are, is equally tempting. Or it might be the rebellious nature of Man to say to the World that, yes, no matter how much You forbid, we will make it work. Or perhaps, it could be the feeling of the excruciating wait and meeting that person after the wait, so as to have a year's worth of words to convey to each other. It could be true love.

As much as I wish to understand everything, I can't understand. So, after begging for forgiveness and bidding farewell, I left the couple to immerse in their happiness while I continued on my way, a tad more gloomy than I first started. Halfway through my journey, I had noticed that a silver magpie had followed me, perhaps trying to cheer me up. Not wanting to give up on any companionship, I gladly let it fly beside me, singing its songs and thus gaining myself a cheery partner on my long journey.

2007-06-27T01:01:00.000+08:00

Weary travellers, stay awhile and hear my stories. The stories of a bard on an aimless journey perhaps.