推 zofloya:Did you write this by heart? 05/09 08:27
→ zofloya:well, the sickened appetite can always be revived. XD 05/09 08:28
→ tengharold:I used to know it by heart, but at my age I have to 05/10 00:09
→ tengharold:look it up :p 05/10 00:09
※ 引述《zofloya (insanity)》之銘言：
: It's been a while since last time I listened to a sad song.
: This morning, I picked one recommended by ptt board pals,
: and the moment I clicked on the youtube play icon, with a
: soft slow melody floating out of the speakers on my desk,
: the air in my bedroom suddenly changed into a surreal one.
: The space and the time of the moment felt isolated from
: the outside world. I inadvertently plunged into retrospection,
: recalling something far far away in the past, but not sure what
: it was that made me melancholy.
: I have always held an ambivalent emotion toward this aroused melancholy.
: Not that I only have sad memories or experiences accompanying me along
: the way, but somehow it hurts to some extent when you re-taste or re-live
: the feeling, or the situation which you thought would never matter after
: so many years. However, a sad melody always has this kind of magic and power
: to intensify that feeling so much that I can't help but feel overwhelmed,
: thinking to myself "would you do the same were you given one more chance?"
: This kind of futile question is killing me always.
: Why has it been a while since last time I listened to a sad song?
: I guess I chose not to, telling myself the only thing beneficial to me
: is looking forward. Don't create or step into an atmosphere that would
: make me look back. Damn it. However often I had told myself so,
: I listened to a sad song this morning again. Now I am feeling sad with
: the song playing and replaying over and over again. Too many images start
: to surface, first in my mind, then before my eyes, one after another.
: Once I am led back to the long-forgotten memories, I tend to stay there,
: wasting time purely feeling melancholy for melancholy's sake.
Reminds me of a certain duke (no offense meant)
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!
:)
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'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet, You're a slave to money then you die
-Bittersweet Symphony, The Verve
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