Beautiful
What a beautiful 2 hours. Les Choristes. What a beautiful film. Many beautiful and heart-warming tunes, blowing off our mind, bringing us out of this harsh and hard world.
This little rhythm has brought me back in time. Time really flies, but not like a bird, I'd put it as a rocket. I'd like to make it crawl like a strong and relaxing turtle. Take your time, bud'!
How I wish, how I wish, how I wish.....
Those 2 years with Respect, those beautiful days in China, the bus trips I'd been sitting with Gerontius, whistling those fabulous music. Those happy time of success when I'm working with Jasmon, Eunice and Clarissa. Those glory brought to me when I was having fun with Wen Bin and fellow people. The commitment of making noise, screwing up some fun with Hong Yi and Jing Xiang. Those stupid joking days with Chubin. The super-whacking-scratching-fighting fun with Han Xiang. The times when I'm always making fun of Sing Yan. My dear brother Tze Wei. Ever-teased Wang Peng And Shao Hang, always being critised by some of us....not really critised..laughed at....perhaps...
Looking back, with laughter of joy, and tears of despair. It's hard to not smile with a crack in the heart. A flawless smile is what I have always been looking for. The sweet aroma in the air, brings by the little bitter of the soil.
Memories are just like wine, the more effort you put in, the better the wine will be. Fagrant of the wine, with company of the little taste of the bitter grapes. The longer it is kept, the more valuable it will be.
Wine, memories....
Charming times that draw my fullest attention which are so beautiful but so hurtful.
How I wish, we could just sit down, have some coffee or tea, laughing and chattering our time of. Forgetting the time. I really want to do that. Excellent days we had. Fantastic.
Let the scent of our story,
lead the way.
Let the fagrant of our glory,
follow our way.
Let the fagrant of our success,
rule our way.
Let the breeze of our satisfaction,
cool our way.
Let the light of our passion,
show our way.
Let the flowers of our friendship,
bloom our way.
Let the skies of our brotherhood,
shine our way.
Let the tears of despair,
find their way...
Excuse me, coffee or tea?
This little rhythm has brought me back in time. Time really flies, but not like a bird, I'd put it as a rocket. I'd like to make it crawl like a strong and relaxing turtle. Take your time, bud'!
How I wish, how I wish, how I wish.....
Those 2 years with Respect, those beautiful days in China, the bus trips I'd been sitting with Gerontius, whistling those fabulous music. Those happy time of success when I'm working with Jasmon, Eunice and Clarissa. Those glory brought to me when I was having fun with Wen Bin and fellow people. The commitment of making noise, screwing up some fun with Hong Yi and Jing Xiang. Those stupid joking days with Chubin. The super-whacking-scratching-fighting fun with Han Xiang. The times when I'm always making fun of Sing Yan. My dear brother Tze Wei. Ever-teased Wang Peng And Shao Hang, always being critised by some of us....not really critised..laughed at....perhaps...
Looking back, with laughter of joy, and tears of despair. It's hard to not smile with a crack in the heart. A flawless smile is what I have always been looking for. The sweet aroma in the air, brings by the little bitter of the soil.
Memories are just like wine, the more effort you put in, the better the wine will be. Fagrant of the wine, with company of the little taste of the bitter grapes. The longer it is kept, the more valuable it will be.
Wine, memories....
Charming times that draw my fullest attention which are so beautiful but so hurtful.
How I wish, we could just sit down, have some coffee or tea, laughing and chattering our time of. Forgetting the time. I really want to do that. Excellent days we had. Fantastic.
Let the scent of our story,
lead the way.
Let the fagrant of our glory,
follow our way.
Let the fagrant of our success,
rule our way.
Let the breeze of our satisfaction,
cool our way.
Let the light of our passion,
show our way.
Let the flowers of our friendship,
bloom our way.
Let the skies of our brotherhood,
shine our way.
Let the tears of despair,
find their way...
Excuse me, coffee or tea?
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