※ 引述《zofloya (insanity)》之铭言： : 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! :) -- '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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