Youth

I never had any idea that at 22, I would be in NYC. I spent a large part of my week in Calgary on a free trip. Anything free is good, even though I did end up with nose bleed, sore throat and some odd stomach illness. Darn the dry air and maybe the sushi.

I was humming this tune on a road trip to the mountains. I couldn't remember the words but after intensive googling, here they are.

I feel old at 22. I remembered singing this when I was in Primary 6 and feeling old then. I'll probably sing it at 40 and tsk tsk myself for feeling old at 22.

Age hasn't brought me wisdom or new insights... just greater responsibilities, fears and weariness.


年少时候谁没有梦

年少时候谁没有梦
无意之中你将心愿透露
就在你生日的时候我将小小口琴送
最难忘记你的笑容

友情的细水慢慢流流进了你我的心中
曾在球场边为你欢呼你跌伤我背负
夜里流星飞渡想象着他日的路途
晚风听着我们壮志无数

年少时候谁没有愁
满腔愤慨唯有你能听得懂
每当我失意的时候你将那首歌吹奏
琴声悠悠解我情愁

岁月的细水慢慢流流到了别离的时候
轻拍你的肩听我说朋友不要太惆怅
霓虹纵然再嚣张我们的步履有方向
成败不论切莫将昔日遗忘

多年以后又再相逢
我们都有了疲倦的笑容
问一声我的朋友何时再为我吹奏
是否依旧，是否依旧