Time

We tend to forget
the passing time.

Sometimes
I have to bring myself to a very small world;
so that I can feel significant,
so that I can remember who I wanted to be,
so that I can keep tracks of what I wanted to be,
so that I can imagine life is not all that
and there are more
beyond that.

There also are times that
I have to bring myself to a very big world;
so that I can feel insignificant,
so that I can forgive the bad decisions,
so that I can remember those innocent days,
so that I can let go of the things
that doesn't really matter
at the end.

If time is our fourth dimension,
it helps to shape us and also let us to escape from
the reality once in a while.

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For the Land of Love

I dream
Dreamt of the land
far far away;
occasionally,
on those nights
with the moonlight
shining across the clear sky.
I looked up;
and wish for the fallen stars.
And
I still dream;
Dreamt of the land
to be free.

Listen Song here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xn7rjlOxfc

Lyrics:
Isle of Inisfree
by Celtic Woman

I've met some folks
Who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt
There's truth in what they say
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away
And precious things
Are dreams unto an exile
They take him o'er The land across the sea
Especially when it happens he's an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree
And when the moonlight Peeps across the rooftops
Of this great cityWondrous though it be
I scarcly feel its wonder or laughter
I'm once again back home in Inisfree
I wonder o'er green hills
Through dreamy valleys
And find a peace No other land would know
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing
As they flowAnd then into a humble shack
I wander--My dear old home--And tenderly behold
The folks I love Around the turf fire gathered
On bended knee Their rosary is told
But dreams don't last
Though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back To stern reality
But though they pave
The footways here with gold dust
I still would choose My Isle of Inisfree

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Freedom is Priceless

The wild places of Greece are full of wolves. They are always hungry, always on the move, traveling in packs, in search of prey among the boulders and stunted trees of the out lands.
One such wolf was born high up in the mountains of Crete. His mother fed him and took care of him until he was able to fend for himself. Then she let him go out into the wild, so that he could take his rightful place with the pack that hunted on the mountain. It was spring when the wolf cub left his mother's lair, which he'd shared with six brothers and sisters. The older wolves welcomed him with fierce baying that rang through the mountain. He quickly learned to hunt, to search for food with his nose, to stalk deer and goats, and to steal lambs from the snoozing shepherds and their huge, fluffy-coated dogs. When the hunt was successful, there was always a year feast, and the whole pack joined in. Then the mountains echoed with wolf songs from dusk till dawn.
But the spring turned into summer and summer into winter, and with the winter came freezing winds and snow that settled on the wolf's once glossy coat, turning it into a heavy burden of ice. There were no more goats to be stalked, nor deer, nor wild boar. The shepherds moved their flocks down into the valley for shelter. The smaller creatures that the pack had ignored in the warmer months now burrowed deep into the earth to sleep. Soon the earth froze under the wolf's paws so that he could barely run without slipping. One by one the elders of the pack died, and those that survived grew thin with hunger. The wolves' coats turned mangy and coarse.
On the rare occasions when a little food was to be had, there was no feasting, no celebration. The wolves quarreled among themselves, the strong pushing the weak away in a selfish bid to get more meat. The young wolf started hiding in a cave, where he would sit for hours on end, wondering if the spring, the sun, and the good times would ever return.
Then late one evening he heard human voices carried by the wind. There were sounds of horses neighing, bells ringing, and musical instruments being played. The wolf peeped out of the cave and saw a band of pilgrims returning home after offering sacrifices to the old mountain gods. Some _ the rich ones _ rode horses and wore expensive furs wrapped around their shoulders. Servants in plainer clothes rode along behind them on donkeys. There were children on foot, too, each one carrying a heavy basket or a chest strapped to their backs. Dogs_not the huge, fluffy kind that watched over the lambs in the summer, but smaller ones with dark coats _ wove their way through people's legs, barking and yelping. Bringing up the rear were the slaves, their carts laden with enormous pots and cages of fat chickens.
The sight of those chickens drew the wolf toward the band of pilgrims as helplessly as a twig is drawn by a river's current. He slunk out of the cave and followed them, saliva dribbling from his mouth. But he didn't get too close. He knew that a lone wolf had to find the right time to pounce_perhaps at night, if the moon slipped behind thick clouds, or early in the morning, when the mist wrapped itself like a shroud around the mountain.
The next minute on older man with a walking stick announced, "We'll rest here for the night," and the travelers stopped. People got off their horses, the older ones helped by their servants. Grooms unsaddled the donkeys and led them to a stream where they could drink. A group of women lit a fire, placed pots upon it, and brought food out of the hampers to cook over the flames. The smell of cooking filled the air, and the young wolf could not help himself. He edged closer and closer to the camp, his tummy rumbling with acute hunger.
Eventually someone spotted him. "Look out, a wolf!" People leaped to their feet in alarm. The old man with the walking stick started trembling uncontrollably. A cook screamed, and the servants reached for axes and clubs. The wolf, knowing that he was weak from cold and lack of food, quickly melted back into the shadows.
"Not much of a life, is it_skulking in the darkness, trembling at the sight of clubs and axes?" It was one of the dark-coated dogs speaking. He was returning from the nearby stream.
"Times are hard, brother. You do everything you can to survive," the wolf said grimly.
The dog sat on a rock, looking around him with disdain. "Just look at this place," he said. "Bare rocks, the wind howling around your ears all the time, and nothing to keep out the cold. I don't know how you survive. In my master's house we sleep in baskets lined with velvet, right next to a warm fire. And we never go hungry. Meals come piping not, in pretty dishes. Why don't you come with us and live in a palace?"
"I admit, it does sound tempting," said the wolf. "But I am not a dog. I would get thrown out."
"You could pass for a dog," said his friend. "There are many of us in my master's house. Trust me, you will be safe."
The wolf imagined himself eating hot meals out of fancy dishes, snoozing contentedly by the fire, and playing with his new friends without a care i the world.
"I'll come," he said.
Early the next morning he set off with the pilgrims, walking close to his new friend. As the sun came up, he couldn't help noticing how glossy the dog's coat was and how brightly his eyes shone in the morning light. At the foot of the mountain they came to a plain, and in the distance they could see the walls of a city.
"Your new home," said the dog.
The wolf turned to bid the mountain farewell.
"Come on," said the dog. "You'll get left behind." He leaned forward to nudge the wolf on.
"What's that strange mark around your neck?"the wolf asked. "It seems as if the fur has been worn away."
"It's nothing," said the dog. "In my master's house all dogs are marked like this. It's where the leather collar chafes our necks."
"A collar?"
"The master ties us up sometimes, when he doesn't want us to roam around, or when he wants to take us to a particular place."
The wolf looked puzzled. "You mean, you let someone chain you up?"
"You get used to it after a while," said the dog.
The wolf turned and looked at the mountain again. "The wild is a harsh place," he said. "But there are no chains there, no collars, no one to stop me from roaming around of my own free will."
"Think of the comfort," the dog urged him. "All that good food. Isn't it worth a collar wound your neck?"
The wolf shook his head. "I'd rather starve as a free animal than feast in chains. Good-bye my friend."
And with that he turned and bounded back up the mountain toward his cave, his nights of hunger, his old hunting grounds, his cherished freedom.

_Aesop's Fables
"The Wolf and the Dog"
by Saviour Pirotta
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Padauk Revolution

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A Wonderful New Year!

Wishing for the freedom

and happiness;

Wealth and porsperity

to be filled in

the life of those: the love ones.

Have a Wonderful New Year!

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Love is

Loving is greater than love itself.
Sunshine brings happiness with love.
Rain shows the romance in loving eyes,
and snow falls with such a tenderness
when love one is there for you.
Always ---and forever.
Just for you and me.

Listen song here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5cCmR7oKlM&feature=related
Lyrics Translation:
Pinkie Finger
by Sori and Lee Jun Ki

hey yay yay yay You're my girl yay yay yay Sori

What's wrong, tell me
Your face looks gloomy
By any chance, do you have
something to say to me
Even just by looking at you,
I know all the time.

I didn't get to prepare anything in your future
I didn't want to become a shadow on your face
This is my greed
Yes, I know, don't leave me girl
Don't let go of my hand. Love, girl.
I can't live without you, girl.

That it's not my heart --- that it's my love.
I know everything about you.
Why do you keep thinking like a fool?
You're my love
That's right, you are a real fool
You are my everything
Do you know how happy I am?
More than that, for the love that you gave me.
For always protecting me
I'm always grateful for you.

You always break my heart
and you touch my heart.
I don't know what to do Listen.

Even if it's with two shabby hands
that you hold me with, I'll be with you
I'm not expecting a lot, be by my side
And don't let go of me with those two hands
Forever, us together.

The time we have met is one thousand days
The time that's to come is a million days
Even my promise that I made to have you became a lie
Please don't go.
Longing for you, tears flow.
because of my lacking, my love is gone.
I became a burden to you.

That it's not my heart, --- that it's my love
I know everything about you
Why do you keep thinking like a fool?
You're my love.
That's right, you are a real fool.
You are my everything.
Do you know how happy I am?
More than that, for the love that you gave me
For always protecting me
I'm always grateful to you.
No matter what obstacles may come
Let's not let go of these two hands.
I won't change (forever)
Just like now (like now)
be by my side
You fool

I can't hold you or leave you
You breathe in my heart
I keep loosing confidence
This image of me is so pitiful
The hands that you are holding me with
More than that, for the love that you gave me
Is the reason that I breathe
Let's go to there, top of the world
For always protecting me
I'll bring you there, trust me girl
I'm always grateful to you

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Living La Vida Loca

I live in this world carelessly fearing sometimes of the end. But most of the time, it is forgotten in crafty ways. Sure, everyone loves their lives ---- rich or poor, innocent or guilty, brave or coward. What would we do if someone is tracking us of what we are up to day by day? It is sort of creepy. Everyone is a great king of their own kingdom. I remember the times that some people would judge us for the things that they have no clue. I wonder sometimes how would they come to know of how to run someone else's life. Understanding needs lots of investment of time, empathy and love. So, just let me live in this la vida loca as a guiltful king of my own kingdom. And, I'll be at peace even if I am not happy occasionally.

Listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6JZUq562BM&feature=PlayList&p=8A72F3DC45CC6F0A&index=6&playnext=6&playnext_from=PL

Lyrics:

Viva La Vida

by Coldplay

I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning I sleep alone

Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listen as the crowd would sing

"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key

Next the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand

Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you go there was never

Never an honest word

And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

A Possible Song Meaning:

by Tordle420

At one point in time I was a great king

I was so powerful/egotistical that

I could command anyone to do anything

Now ( present time )

I sleep alone because my kingdom has fallen

And I think about all that was once mine

I would conquer nations

and feel the fear in their leaders when battle neared

Once we had defeated them

Their people would sing "praise the king"

And be happy he is their new leader

I was the most powerful person

Then all the weight of my power began to collapse on me

Everything I told people was a lie

And my rule was a dictatorship disguised

Full of lies and cover up

All the people were looking to me

To guide them, protect them

And know what to do

For some reason

Once you become powerful you begin to lie

And the lies built up

and that happened to me

When they began to overthrow me

It was a revolution

Drums and riots in the streets

People hated me

People waited for my execution

I was used and corrupted, this comes with power

Who would ever want this, it is not what people think it is

For some reason I was not executed

Although I lied and was corrupt

That was when I ruled the world

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American Pie

Our share of American Pie, how is the outcome of prosperous confidence, --- we wonder, ponder upon and prepare to be stronger on whatever the future may be. Ever popular our celebrity president has been reassuring our American dreams. Just as our President has reassured, I believe that American dream is still there, in a very reachable distance, just that there are more and more immoral crooks, who have been populating the world, and the slice of the pie of an average Joe's have become smaller and smaller. Let's look into the the fact that our glass is still half full, and I love this half full glass because else where lots of glasses have been empty for a long time and some even have been shattered into pieces. So, what are we afraid of --- like a saying " the past is the history, the future is the mystery, enjoy each and every moment as a gift. That is why it is called the present."

Enjoy!

This is one of the great American songs from 1960s. Check the meaning and listen song here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPxLXz_O4EA&feature=related
Lyrics:
American Pie

by Don Mclean

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin',
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die."

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My Daffodils

Round and round we go ---
in this wheel of passing time.
I'd love to stop and watch the daffodils
However, the time has passing by
and I have to pass by.
If it is my destiny,
I'll be back to thee;
My Daffodils.

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The Sand.

"Power is like the sand. The tighter you grab it, the faster it falls off your hand. I can see that the sand is falling faster off your hand."

_Korean proverbs

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Wisdom

The wise find pleasure in water,
the virtuous find pleasure in hills.
The wise are active;
the virtuous are tranquil.
The wise are joyful,
the virtuous are long-lived.

The Analects. Confucius (551-479 BCE)
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Natural Destruction

In nature, everything that has grown bigger than what it can consume on has to die of eventually by natural means. Beyond the carrying capacity, the limit approaches to zero. Whoever, smart enough to be aware of their growth would keep the little critter alive to consume on. Why do we need a huge mound of middle class in a prosperous nation? Worker bees are to built the hive, find the food, and to protect the queen bee's prosperity. Without the worker bees, the queen will be left with just the drones who would not have much intelligence of creating a well organized properly functioning prosperous hive. A queen bee who does not over look the growth of the young worker bees will eventually die off --- much like a committing a self-defeat, by entrapping herself in the failing hive --- without any honey left. Some queen bees just do not have a natural instinct and are doom to fail the hive as well as themselves. But most of the time, greed has led us to get that last drop of honey, forgetting those black and white mice who has been biting away the strings of the only rope that we are holding onto which has left us to dangle at the side of the cliff. Are we scare off falling off the cliff? How many of us think of climbing up the cliff and reaching to the safe ground?
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Under the Sun

Half of the day, we are in the shadow. When it is cloudy or rainy, we are mostly in the shadow even if we are walking out in the day light. However, we stay indoor mostly, at home, at office, inside the buildings. At times, we are exposed to the sun and we needed sunscreen to protect ourselves from the sun rays. When we were young, we were told that the sun ray can kill the germs. Now, it seems like the sun rays are not only killing the germs, but also critter like us. Are we becoming germs so that the sun rays have to kill us? We have been plaguing the world with our greed for comfort. We have polluted and trash the only place that we can dwell on so far. The world has changed so are we. No matter what, we are hand in hand, for better or worse, to be able to live beyond our limiting capacity.

Listen Here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9TEWuDKx58

Lyrics
For Better or For Worse
by Irma

My heart is full of hope
In spite of my mistakes
I have learned the hardest way
Just how to take the praise
With memories bitter sweet
I’ll try it second time
The mystery of life
Somehow I’ll get to write
Somehow I’ll get to write

*For better or for worse
I am in this crazy world
For better or for worse
Though I am just a fragile girl
No matter what life brings
I know I am not in this alone*

The pleasure in the pain
All melt in perfect bliss
When I forget to blame
Forgive that I (can’t hear clearly)
When everything goes wrong
Somehow I keep the faith
Into my darkest days
When love borders on hate
When love borders on hate

**For better or for worse
I am in this crazy world
For better or for worse
Though I am just a fragile girl
No matter what life brings
I know I am not in this alone

For better or for worse
I’ll see it to the end
For better or for worse
I’ll try to comprehend
Each twist and turn of fate
Before it is too late**

Taking each day as it comes
When tomorrow takes care of itself

Repeat **
For better or for worse

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Broken Wing

Bright eyes
full of pain;
Can't miss this expression,
which has stopped my heart
beating
for a while.

Where is all the air
in this room?
Everything is a blur.
I was panic,
I was super focus,
It was as clear as
it had been a blur.

What a moment;
a moment that has stolen my heart beat;

With love,
with magic,
with a practice,
this broken wing is fixed.
As good as new,
heading to the sky
to the infinity
to reach her destiny.

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I Love You Goodbye

Sadness has come to me,
in the late evening;
in the whispering wind.
I see the sun
leaving us behind,
in the hand of secret moon.
The world is beautiful;
as the way it is.
As sadness has come,
Love will lead up to the brim,
to the fullest extent;
Just to say to yo that
I love you;
Goodbye.
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Listen Here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tirraX_TvY0&feature=related
Lyrics:
Goodbye My Love
by Fukuda Saki

wasurenai wa Anata no koe
yasashii shigusa te no nukumori
wasurenai wa Kuchidzuke no toki
sou yo anata no Anata no namae

good-bye my love Kono machikado de
good-bye my love Aruite yukimashou

anata ha migi ni Watashi ha hidari ni
furimuitara make yo

good-bye my love Mo ichido daite
good-bye my love Watashi no namida wo

anata no hoho de fuite iru no yo
nakimane ja nai no

wasurenai wa Anata no koe
yasashii shigusa te no nukumori
wasurenai wa Kuchidzuke no toki
sou yo anata no Anata no namae

good-bye my love Futari no koi ga
good-bye my love Shinjitsu naraba
itsuka ha aeru Kore ga hontou no
sayonara ja nai no

wasurenai wa Anata no koe
yasashii shigusa te no nukumori
wasurenai wa Kuchidzuke no toki
sou yo anata no Anata no namae

wasurenai wa Anata no koe
yasashii shigusa te no nukumori
wasurenai wa Kuchidzuke no toki
sou yo anata no Anata no namae

mochiron anata no Anata no namae

Translation:
Goodbye My Love

I won't forget neither your voice
nor your kind way nor the warmth of your hand
I won't forget neither when we kissed
That's right nor your name

good-bye my love, in this street corner
good-bye my love, let's walk on

You take the right and I, the left
the one to look back loses

good-bye my love, hold me once more
good-bye my love, my tears

that fall on your cheeks
are not feigned

I won't forget neither your voice
nor your kind way nor the warmth of your hand
I won't forget neither when we kissed
That's right nor your name

good-bye my love, if our love
good-bye my love, was true
one day we'll meet again, this won't be
a real good-bye

I won't forget neither your voice
nor your kind way nor the warmth of your hand
I won't forget neither when we kissed
That's right nor your name

I won't forget neither your voice
nor your kind way nor the warmth of your hand
I won't forget neither when we kissed
That's right nor your name

For sure, nor your name

In the Rain

In this heavy rain.

Just the way it was;
for you and me.
Freeing our emotions in sky,
beyond the agony.

In this heavy rain.

While holding hands
We were farther and farther;
stretching thinner than ever;
Unbelievable to me.

In this heavy rain.

The fresh cold rain,
The sharp chilly wind,
and the dark rain clouds
Binding us into our soul,
to an eternal strain;

In this heavy rain.

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Watching Eyes

Watch me grow
Watch me shine, watch me smile,
and watch me divine.
There is a naked truth;
There also are pure imaginations,
free thoughts, honest opinions
and unbounded affection.
It's all just for you
if you consider to take it
or even thought of breaking it.
I would love the watching eyes.
I would thank the watching eyes.
I would accompany the watching eyes.
So,
Watch me grow
Watch me shine, watch me smile,
and watch me divine.

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Go ahead and Rain on Me

The dark rain clouds

and the pitter pater tears of the vast sky

has bringing down the most vulnerable of

my pink cherry blossoms.

Even the bright pink has turning into

a pale pink now.

It is sad, yet sort of tranquil.

Solitude has brought me to the aching of

loosing my good friends into

the war of greed and power.

It is still raining.

And

I am still smiling---

with much politeness

with much never surrendering

heart of pride.

At least if I cannot help the poor,

I would not help the richer

to ruthlessly stepping on the poor.

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Being Sentimental

Sentiment

as we sometimes have.

Sad songs,

make us realize --

the fullness

and emptiness of

our life moments.

Listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WY2wgJpIbyY

Lyrics:

Sorry My Love is Late

by Kim Jo Han

Hangsang gyeote itjiman

eonjenganeun seuchyeogal saram

geumeul geu-eodun chae geureoke jinaesseo

ireon nareul aljana mweodeunji han georeum neurin geo

gaseumi haneun mal moreun cheok haennabwa

geumbang wul geot gateun neol barabomyeo

chimmugeuro neoreul nan milchyeo naesseotji

al geot gata nae ma-eum jogeumdo mianhaji anke

eokkae deulsseogimkkaji ma-eum sseotdeon neo...*

Nan geureon neoreul dugodu sarangi onji mollasseo

neo ddeonaganeun sungando saranghaenneunji mollaseo

gaseum apeumi neo ddaemuniran geol ijeya arasseo

sarangi neomu neujeoseo mianhae

*Na-e ma-eumdo alji motamyeonseo

sarangeul da aneun deut ddeodeureosseotji

na himdeureo neomu saenggaknaseo ddo saenggak an naseo

geu han gaji saenggage ddo nunmulman na...

* Repeat *

Jakkuman nareul sogimyeo gogae dollyeonnabwa

haengbogi geomnaseo nareul apeuge haennabwa

ajik nal ijjin anatji

ni miryeondo neurijana

deo gidarimyeon ol geoji

ije naega apeul chareltenikka

ije neo-ege gajang jo-eun sarangi dwe-eojulge...

Shijagi neoboda neujeoseo

neoboda deo oraetdongan

neoboda mani sarang...halke...

Translation:

Even though you're always by my side,

one day you'll just pass me by

There was always a line drawn down the middle of us

You know how I am, I'm always one step behind

I must have ignored what my heart was trying to tell me

Watching you looking like you were about to burst into tears

I just pushed you away silently

I think I know, trying not to make my heart feel sorry

You tried your best

I had a person like you by my side and

didn't even realize love had come to me

Even til the moment you left

I didn't realize that love had left me

I now know that my heart is aching because of you

I'm so sorry my love is too late

I didn't even know my own heart

And yet I used to go around pretending to know what love was

I'm so tired, because I think of you so much

and because I can't remember

Just thinking of that one thing I start to tear up again

I had a person like you by my side

and didn't even realize love had come to me

Even til the moment you left

I didn't realize that love had left me

I now know that my heart is aching because of you

I'm so sorry my love is too late

I must have kept fooling myself

and turning my head the other way

I must have caused myself pain

because I was afraid of happiness

You haven't forgotten me yet right,

you're attachment is always one step behind

If I wait you'll come won't you,

it's my turn to be in pain

From now on I'll be your best love

My beginning is slower than yours

Longer than you

I'll love you even more than you loved me

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