The Arrow and The Song I shot an arrow into the air, If fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
My heart leaps up when I behold A Rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a Man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is Father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Love, thy will be done I can no longer hide I can no longer run No longer can I resist the guiding light It gives me the power to keep up the fight Love...thy will be done Since I have found you my life has just begun And I see all of your creations as one Perfect complex No one less beautiful or more special than the next We are all blessed and so wise to accept Thy will love be done
Love, thy will be mine And make me strive for the glorious and divine I could not be more, more satisfied (satisfied…) Even when there's no peace outside my window There's peace inside And that's why I no longer run (I don’t know…) Love thy will be done
Love, thy will be done I can no longer hide I can no longer run (no….) Love, thy will be done Thy will love be done
No longer can I resist (no..) the guiding light (guiding light) The light that gives me the power to keep up the fight I couldn’t be more satisfied (no…) Even when there's no peace outside my window There's peace inside And that's why I can not longer run Love thy will be done (thy will be done, done, done…)
Love, thy will be done I can no longer hide I can no longer run Love, thy will be done Thy will love be done
Love, thy will be done I can no longer hide I can no longer run (no, no, no) Love, thy will be done Thy will love be done… Thy will love be done… Thy will love be done
For Father's Day....for all the loving parents.. THE GIFT I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the stream of the world. Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten.
But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart with my gifts.
Young is your life, your path long, and you drink the love we bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us.
You have your play and your playmates. What harm is there if you have no time or thought for us.
We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age to count the days that are past, to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost for ever.
The river runs swift with a song, breaking through all barriers.
But the mountain stays and remembers, and follows her with his love.
LET IT BE FORGOTTEN LET it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten for ever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long forgotten snow.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. 'Vain man,' said she, 'that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize, For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise.' 'Not so,' quod I, 'let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens write your glorious name, Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.'
Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again - by Xu Zhimo Very quietly I take my leave As quietly as I came here; Quietly I wave good-bye To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the riverside Are young brides in the setting sun; Their reflections on the shimmering waves Always linger in the depth of my heart.
The floating heart growing in the sludge Sways leisurely under the water; In the gentle waves of Cambridge I would be a water plant!
That pool under the shade of elm trees Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky; Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?
To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream To where the green grass is more verdant; Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight.
But I cannot sing aloud Quietness is my farewell music; Even summer insects heap silence for me Silent is Cambridge tonight!
Very quietly I take my leave As quietly as I came here; Gently I flick my sleeves Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away
This is a Theme song from Japanese TV Drama Series called "First Love", Moe Nu De Gee Hua" in Chinese.
FIRST LOVE (Utada Hikaru) 最後のキスはタバコの flavor がした ニガくてせつない香り
明日の今頃には あなたはどこにいるんだろう 誰を思ってるんだろう
You are always gonna be my love いつか誰かとまた恋に落ちても I'll remember to love You taught me how You are always gonna be the one 今はまだ悲しい love song 新しい歌 歌えるまで
立ち止まる時間が動き出そうとしてる 忘れたくないことばかり wou
明日の今頃には わたしはきっと泣いている あなたを思ってるんだろう yeah yeah yeah
You will always be inside my heart いつもあなただけの場所があるから I hope that I have a place in your heart too Now and forever you are still the one 今はまだ悲しい love song 新しい歌 うたえるまで
You are always gonna be my love いつか誰かとまた恋に落ちても I'll remember to love You taught me how You are always gonna be the one まだ悲しい love song
Now and forever Fu･･･ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Saigo no KISSU wa TABAKO no FLAVOR ga shita Nigakute setsunai kaori
Ashita no imagoro ni wa Anata wa doko ni irun darou Dare wo omotterun darou
You are always gonna be my love Itsuka darekato mata koi ni ochitemo I'll remember to love-- you taught me how You are always gonna be the one Ima wa mada kanashii love songu Atarashii uta utaeru made
Tachidomaru jikan ga Ugoki dasouto shiteru Wasuretakunai kotobakari
Ashita no imagoro niwa Watashi wa kitto naite iru Anatawo omotterun darou
You will always be inside my heart Itsumo anata dake no basho ga aru kara I hope that I have a place in your heart too Now and forever you are still the one Ima wa mada kanashii love song Atarashii uta utaeru made
You are always gonna be my love Itsuka darekato mata koi ni ochitemo I'll remember to love-- you taught me how You are always gonna be the one... Mada kanashii love song, yeah... Now and forever ****************************************************** Meaning of the song: -
The last kiss was the flavor of tobacco A sad and bitter aroma
About this time tomorrow, Where will you be? Who will you think of?
You are always gonna be my love Even if one day I fall in love with someone else I'll remember to love -- you taught me how You are always gonna be the one It's still a sad love song Until I can sing a new one
The paused time Is about to move But I don't wish to forget
About this time tomorrow, I'll probably be crying, Most likely thinking about you
You will always be inside my heart Because there is a place for you there I hope that I have a place in your heart, too Now and forever you are still the one It's still a sad love song Until I can sing a new one
You are always gonna be my love Even if one day I fall in love with someone else I'll remember to love you taught me how You are always gonna be the one It's still a sad love song, yeah Now and forever
I got this short extract poem from play reading at British Council. We were the first group to revive the play reading in the late 1987. We read plays and poems at the British Council, British Embassy in Yangon, Burma. That was the beginning of my interest of English poems and literature. Many thanks to Mr. Ahmad, Mr. Poesaw and Mrs Clement of British Military Attache.
"But TRUE LOVE is a durable fire In the mind ever burning: Never sick, Never old, Never dead, From itself never turning."
(Sir Walter Raleigh)
Then, I was thinking, why TRUE LOVE be a burning fire? A burning fire would be hot and full of heat. That won't be a peaceful LOVE. I would agree with never sick, never old, never dead and never turning. I wrote the following short and easy poem with a few line in January 1990 on the bus.
My Love
My Love for you Is not a strom But a breeze Which's always gentle blowing.
My Love for you Is not rapid water But a stream Which's constantly flowing.
No doubt, Sir Walter Raleigh was a great poet. I am just comparing his thinking of love and mine. I believe in the love of consistency in cherishing and bonding, but not in rapid motion of come and gone. I would never compare that love to fire. The burnig fire will be either give you warmth or suffering. That is why, I used to hear, some elders said "DO NOT PLAY WITH THE FIRE".
