Random writing (14)

The following is derived from flipping to a random page of a fiction and taking the new line that I see.

Prompt used:

“Get off me! Can’t a man be drunk once in a while? I ask you. Tonight of all nights.”

 

“Get off me! Can’t a man be drunk once in a while? I ask you. Tonight of all nights.”

“Of course you can. You can de drunk tonight and every night afterwards if you so wish to.” Tristan said in a cool voice and released his hold on Gabriel, who promptly fell down to become a drunken heap.

Tristan did not move or speak, merely kept his soulful glance on the fleshy ball that Gabriel had become, all his limbs curled up around his abdomen, a posture of utter vulnerability crying out for protection.

After a while, Gabriel uncurled himself and glared up at Tristan. “What do you want of me? Why does the world still want me? I don’t.”

Moonlake’s Lyrics (6)

For my 2nd post of today, I would share the lyrics of another song also by the title of “Wide sea and broad sky”. This one is in Mandarin and a newer song. Personally, I like the other one slightly more (probably because it’s in my mother tongue and anyway I like old songs more). Both are rock songs but the other one is more soft rock, I guess. Anyway, both songs have a similar theme.

I have once suspected                                                   I am walking in a desert

No matter what dream I sowed                                it never grew to fruition

I have barely opened my wing                                   when the wind turned silent

Being used to injuries and hurts                                                is that considered a gain

Fortunately for me                                                          I have never turned back

Finally I discover                                                               that truly there are oases

Having shed sweats                                                        life becomes profound/dignified

Only after walking through dejection can one see a new universe

# Wide sea and broad sky                                            after having been courageous

Have to use dedication                                                  to break the lock of destiny

Those who are callous                                                   thank you for having looked down on me

You make me learn how to not lower my head  living more spectacularly

In front of the window in the small hour                               after losing sleep for the whole night

Seeing the dawn                                                              already rising its head from the clouds

The sunset is lying low (as in the process)             The sunrise is the ripening

If it is light then it would be brilliant for sure

Repeat #

Wide sea and broad sky                                                                after wild wind and heavy draught

Turning back my head                                                    smiling and letting go of past sadness

Those who understand me best                                               thanks for silently accompanying me all this way

Letting me have good stories to tell

Watching the future                                                       arriving step by step

Moonlake’s Lyrics (5)

Today I’m going to share the lyrics of another classic aka old Cantonese song that is inspiring. The title of the song translates to “Wide sea and broad sky”, a term used to describe how open and wide nature (the world) is.

Today I                 watch the snows drift by on a cold night

Drift to far away with a heart that is gradually cooling

Chasing amidst wind and rain     cannot distinguish between shadows and tracks

Broad sky and wide sea,               you and I             would they change (who isn’t changing)

How many times              facing cold stares and contemptuous laughter

Never once given up the ideals within my heart

Momentarily absent-minded     the feeling of seemingly lost something

Has already inadvertently grown dim      the love within my heart (who understands me)

*Forgive me for having lived my entire life with uninhabited indulgence and loving freedom

Yet I’m also afraid that I will fall down one day

Anyone can turn his back on ideals

Why would I be afraid that it would just be me and you one day

Still free and self-centred

Always singing my song aloud    walked through a thousand miles

Repeat *

Anyone can turn his back on ideals

Why would I be afraid that it would just be me and you one day

Repeat *

Random writing (13)

Prompt used:

“Wolf-teeth moon          She looks habitual

I raise the cup                    drain it of all the wind and snow

Who tipped over the cupboard of the past life   enticing dust and quarrels

The hymn of Fate            numb reincarnations

You frown                           cry for the youth that will not return when called

Although history has already become dust           my love is not snuffed out”

She’s used to the colour of the moon now, desolate, rusty, somewhat unappetizing, like the ruins of a forgotten dynasty. I raise my cup in toast to her, draining the liquid within in a single gulp. It tasted slightly bitter, like a path well-worn through the pounding of wind and snow must have felt. I glance at her again and wonder who was it that stumbled into the storage chest of the last Reincarnation and scattered all its content hither and thither, letting loose a storm of dust motes and strife. Here the hymn of Fate starts again but after being numbed by numerous reincarnations, it falls on deaf ears. I glance at her again and retreat quietly into a corner to brood.

Random writing (12)

Prompt used:

“Wolf-teeth coloured moon       She lolls haggard

I rally the cup                     dramatise it of all the wind and snow

Who tinkled over the cupboard of the past life  entertaining dust and quarrels

The hymn of Fate            numerous reincarnations

You frolic                             crystallise for the youth that will not revel when called

Although history has already befallen dust           my love is not snored”

The moon is a strange off-white off-yellow colour, a somewhat rusty shade like the teeth of wolves. She is loitering, limping along as a gaunt shape. I gently press the carvings on the cup, awakening its powers. Wind and snow materialised within it, swirling lazily. I languidly extend my ring finger and the contents of the cup draw themselves into ethereal filament and twin themselves around my extended digit. I hear a faint tinkling sound from the cupboard where I lock away my past life. It is a merry sound, fit for entertaining dust and quarrels. I hear the hymn of Fate also, sung time and time again at each reincarnation. I hear your crystalline voice whilst frolicking, chiding youth for not revelling when prompted. Now history has become naught but dust and my love has not yet hibernated.

Moonlake’s Lyrics (4)

Another inspiring Cantonese song lyric for today. The actual song is called A Straight path and A Meandering Path. It is the theme song for a Hong Kong TV drama called Rainbow at Night:

How can one compete with anyone if no sweats are ever shed?

I’ve never had the extravagant hope      that the angels would be generous

How is it possible that one would see colour if one has not opened up one’s eyes?

Haven’t yet toiled            what right to wait for cheers?

 

Everyone knows that the lights won’t be dazzling before night fall no matter how beautiful they are

Given a backdrop of adversity    a life would be too resplendent

Have to walk no matter how difficult      not slowing when facing setbacks

I am used to the turbulence of tsunamis                               even the ordeal of travelling up a mountain of knives

*Without nightfall           there won’t be stars shinning

Brilliant even amidst darkness

If I faint one day               learn to treasure breathing

Who would always have luck undiminished?

When a day ends             there will be a new start

Pleasure and sadness pass within the blink of an eye

Falling into a bottomless pit         a hard turn of life

Efforts are hard to rein in             a ferocious tide can be stopped with enough effort

How can one be passionately in love if one is unable to treat oneself well?

Having learnt to treasure oneself             even breaking up would become a lovable experience

Even falling down would be spectacular                                let me create unexpected miracles

I see myself as a genius                 I would not deign to sigh for having fallen just one time

Repeat *

No matter the path in front is straight or meandering     it won’t be too late as long as one steps out

In such a dark night         the constellations are brighter

When there’s a high mountain in front of one    the courage to climb it would follow

The more difficult it is                    the stronger the will to not turn back

Everyone knows that the lights won’t be dazzling before night fall no matter how beautiful they are

Given a backdrop of adversity    a life would be too resplendent

Have to walk no matter how difficult      not slowing when facing setbacks

I am used to the turbulence of tsunamis                               even the ordeal of travelling up a mountain of knives

Note: the italic bit has an additional meaning in Chinese in that travelling up a mountain of knives is one of the known punishments in Hell according to folklore

Random writing (11)

Prompt used:

“Falling in love is always ebony  getting along too hapless

If not yours then don’t try so hard to make it so

The night is already decrepit but you still don’t want to sleep…

All you want is to love a person propitiously”

The process of falling in love is a dark one, a dark but glossy one. Dark because it’s like being in an endless tunnel, never knowing when you will get to the end. Glossy, well, that’s what attracted you at first, right? Oh yes, the real misfortune comes when the two are trying to get along, when they try so hard to tug at the common ground between them. I don’t know why love is so difficult when all one wants is to love a person propitiously. I don’t have an answer for that. And you still want to hear more? Sorry, the night is getting decrepit. And you say you still don’t want to sleep? Well, well, well, that makes two of us.

Random writing (10)

Prompt used:

Cold laurel seemingly spreads                  shadowing over the briar in my drawing”

I had a dream. In my dream, I was drawing, drawing a clump of briar, of the colour red, the red of flame, flame that reaches out to wrap around me, warming me. But then a laurel cast a shadow over my clump of briar, and with the shadow came a moaning wind, bringing it snow, snow that waltzes in the air like fine salt. I reached out a tentative hand to feel it and it was chill to the touch, bone chilly it was. I jerked back and then I found my clump of briar gone, gone like wisps of smoke that never existed. All that remained was the tall laurel that cast its majestic shadow over me and I was chilled, so chilled that my eyelids grew heavy….

Random writing (9)

Prompt used:

I fell in love with a personalty who made me reckless

I thought that was the worship that I wanted to pursue…

I miss the simple pleasant little hardihood in my past”

The first time I lay eyes on the mansion, I knew that I had fallen in love with it and that I would do anything to get it. Yes, I worship materialism, have always worshipped it. Why this is frowned upon by some is a riddle for me, a riddle that puzzles me every day but that I have to face every day. At times this gets draining and I start missing the hardihood I had in the past which was simple direct, as single-minded as a bull charging forward in rage. Ah, yes, those were the good days, the simple good old days.

Random writing (8)

Prompt used:

“I fell in love with a person who made me recognisable

I thought that was the world that I wanted to pursue

But having rushed about here and there, being misunderstood and being cheated

I question whether the world underlying grown-ups always is always fleeting or inconsequent…

The sky is very big but I can’t see it clemently     so loopy”

Before I knew you, I was a clean slate, with nothing to distinguish me from all the other multitude. But you gave me my unique footprints such that others would recognise me as me. And I thought that was the world that I wanted to pursue. But in my wilful wanderings I was utterly unprepared for misunderstandings and malicious tricks. Hence, now that I’m lying down on a lonely knoll under a starry sky, a question is plaguing my mind: is everything in the world to be fleeting and coming to be inconsequential like specks of dust in the end? I am lost, yes, I am lost in this world where everything appears so crazy.