The message I received was clear as a bell:
“Be like a happy child, or die deep in hell”.
The wording I feel, was a bit too strong.
But there is no time to discuss the right and wrong.
If you want to sing, sing it loud and long.
Like the waves on the sand, there is no way to hold up the song.
I had no choice, because any fool should know,
Hell is not such a trendy place to go.
So with a heart dipped in the honey of life ahead,
I let a bee land and take off, and land again, on my head.
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訊息就如此明確,響亮:
活路惟有含帶幼年的天真豪放;
否則仍然繼續漂流苦海上。
我問：此言聽來未免有點硬嘛。
我答：光陰一射，恩怨連串。
所有對錯: 後斷定，先遺忘。
有歌放聲唱。 愛似沙, 情似浪。
等候庭院千叢百蕊齊齊放，
也解不了萬種情人的渴望。
蜜蜂帶刺又帶花中香。
為於將可豐收的蜜糖
歡迎蜂兒再次停留我頭上。
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