忘了有多久
再没听到你
对我说你最爱的故事
我想了很久
我开始慌了
是不是我又做错了什么
你哭着对我说
童话里都是骗人的
我不可能是你的王子
也许你不会懂
从你说爱我以后
我的天空
星星都亮了
我愿变成童话里 你爱的那个天使
张开双手变成翅膀守护你
你要相信
相信我们会像童话故事里
幸福和快乐是结局
你哭着对我说
童话里都是骗人的
我不可能是你的王子
也许你不会懂
从你说爱我以后
我的天空
星星都亮了
我愿变成童话里 你爱的那个天使
张开双手变成翅膀守护你
你要相信
相信我们会像童话故事里
幸福和快乐是结局
我要变成童话里
你爱的那个天使
张开双手变成翅膀守护你
你要相信
相信我们会像童话故事里
幸福和快乐是结局
我会变成童话里 你爱的那个天使
张开双手变成翅膀守护你
你要相信
相信我们会像童话故事里
幸福和快乐是结局
一起写我们的结局
I was struck by a feeling of surprise and reminiscence when I saw her profile. Finally, I found her in Friendster. Anne…how long it took for me to find you since our last words 6 years back.
I heard a knock on my door.
“Mr Luke?” a voice popped out as the door opened from the outside.
“Oh Derrick,” I turned my attention away from the screen to my younger friend. “What brings you here? Blow aircon, or to grab more mp3s from me?”
“Hey, don’t treat me like some bloodsucker depriving stuff from you okay?” He closed the door behind him, not letting the cold air escape from the room. “It’s really warm outside. Hey, any new songs?”
I have sort of expected that. “Yeah, I’ve just bought a new CD and had ripped the songs out since. You can check my folder for them.”
“You really are free isn’t it, you have Friendster on!” He took over my computer as he started to search his field of interest. “Anyway, wanna watch this MV? It’s 童话, quite a touching video.”
I signaled a sign of agreement and he proceeded by plugging his thumbdrive and copied the file into the system before playing it.
I heard the sound of piano. Familiar tune. The name of the song is…fitting to my mood. Watched the video, listening the lyrics intently while watching the scenes. After a while, the video ended as he finished copying his stuff and greeted me a goodbye before leaving the room.
I sat there, still staring into the screen although the video has long ended.
I realized people have their Childhood dreams and inspirations broken and altered as they grow up. When they grow up, all the fairytales and bedtime stories all but exist in their past, not able to be realized again and destroyed by the very hands of their own…our own.
I set my eyes on her during our very first meeting in a Mathematics competition. The competition promotes team spirit and cohesiveness as it breaks up all the classes and form groups with pupils from them. Anne is our team leader since she’s the smartest amongst us (defined by the teachers, that is), being the only female in my team I took special notice of her.
She’s probably not what people would call by pretty; to me she is on the cute side, probably innocent to a certain degree. Her smile radiates from within; probably contagious to a sense it always gets on me. I was still little that time, and probably did not know how to describe that special feeling I get when I worked with her the first time.
I tried my best to work with her. With Mathematics being my best subject then, helping her wasn’t too tough but I did get strange glances from my friends, probably trying means and ways to tease me about it, although in the end they did not make a mention of it.
After the Mathematics competition, we went back our separate routes. I still do get to see her a few times in school; her smile never fails to captivate me. A mixture of shyness and interest, often I found myself not able to decide returning the smile or to just simply fade into the background and treated as though she didn’t exist. In the meanwhile, I did my homework and made sure I worked hard for the exams…